I stayed downstairs because I couldn’t sleep. I kept replaying everything he’d said.
Around 11 p.m., Rachel texted.
“Are you okay?”
I typed, “I’m fine.”
She replied, “I watched you try not to cry. Please don’t pretend.”
I called her.
“Are you okay?”
She apologized for not defending me at dinner.
“You didn’t embarrass me,” I told her. “Tyler did.”
“I know. But someone should’ve stopped him.”
***
After we hung up, I called Lauren.
My sister answered immediately.
“Someone should’ve stopped him.”
“If you’re asking whether your husband was an idiot tonight, yes,” she said.
Despite everything, I laughed.
“I’ve got an idea that’s right up your alley,” I replied.
“What kind of idea?”
“Nothing illegal.”
“That doesn’t reassure me.”
I laughed.
“What kind of idea?”
***
Now, the day after my birthday, Tyler stood in our kitchen, glaring at me while speaking to his mother.
“Mom, why would you buy these?!”