“People don’t secretly spend that much money for a surprise.”
“You thought I’d say no.”
“I thought you might.”
“So you made sure I couldn’t.”
Maeve’s jaw tightened. “This place is going to help families. Sick people.”
“I’m not arguing with that. I’m arguing with you taking our money and making a decision about our life without me.”
“You thought I’d say no.”
“We can rebuild savings.”
“That isn’t the point.”
“Then how can you stand here and talk about a bank account when you’ve seen what these families need?”
“Because it was OUR bank account. Our money. But you spent it without even discussing it with me.”
Before Maeve could answer, the argument stopped being private.
“That isn’t the point.”
Voices came from behind us.
A door opened near the far wall.
Three people walked in carrying pizza boxes and drinks.
I recognized Rachel from hospital Christmas parties. A man named Theo was with her, along with Maeve’s friend Priya.
