His wife, Sarah, had stopped asking about the credit card statements six months ago. Now, she just turned over in bed, a soft, heavy sigh drifting from the dark hallway. A sound less like anger and more like surrender.
His wife, Sarah, had stopped asking about the credit card statements six months ago. Now, she just turned over in bed, a soft, heavy sigh drifting from the dark hallway. A sound less like anger and more like surrender.