Daniel loosened his tie. “We don’t have to decide this second.”
“I do,” I said. “I’m twenty-four weeks pregnant with triplets. There is no trip.”
He stood there staring at the brochure still tucked into the side pocket of his briefcase.
“I already cleared the time off,” he said finally.
I looked at him. “Daniel.”
“I’m just saying I need a minute.”
Instead, an hour later, I heard the bedroom closet door slam and the sound of zippers.
He came halfway into the hall with a suitcase in one hand.
I pushed myself upright on the couch. “What are you doing?”
He came halfway into the hall with a suitcase in one hand.
“Packing.”
I honestly did not understand him at first. “For what?”
“The cruise leaves in three days.”
I stared at him.
He set the suitcase down and rubbed his face.
“You cannot be serious.”
He set the suitcase down and rubbed his face. “Helen, listen to me before you start crying.”
