« You know, babe, we’ve got a lot of assets just sitting empty, » he said one night, chewing slowly.
« The lake house isn’t sitting empty. I’m there almost every weekend. »
« I just mean, financially. With the mortgage, and this new business idea I’ve been telling you about. »
« Daniel, please. Not tonight. »
She treated our house like a hotel lobby.
He smiled and let it drop, but his eyes lingered on me a moment longer than they used to.
Our two kids came thundering down the hallway right then, still in pajamas, arguing about who got the last waffle. I scooped my youngest onto my hip and kissed the top of her head, and for a second the kitchen felt normal again.
Then the front door opened without a knock.
« God, it smells like syrup in here, » Rose said, breezing in, dropping her purse on my clean counter.
