“Don’t make a scene.”
I stared at him.
Over a decade of marriage, three babies, and I was the one being asked not to upset anyone.
“So I bring her coffee at seven while she calls me lazy?”
“That’s not what she said.”
“That’s exactly what she said, Martin.”
He rubbed his face and wouldn’t look at me.
“Please. Two weeks.”
I walked past him, out onto the little balcony. The ocean stretched out in front of me, blue and huge, and already slipping away from me.
“She calls me lazy?”
Dorah and Noah were already down there in the shallows, and Clara was sitting with Ben, watching them from her lounge chair as if she were a general reviewing troops.
Something in my chest unlocked. It was quiet, but final.
I turned back into the room, picked up my purse, and headed for the elevator. If nobody was going to defend me, I was going to defend myself. It was finally time for me to stand up for myself.
