told me to ask someone who cared.
I stared at the bag in my lap.
Eric had told me to ask someone who cared.
Barbara had never heard him say it.
Somehow, that made it hurt more.
“I’ll repay you,” I said.
At my kitchen table, Barbara opened a notebook.
“Yes,” she answered.
Barbara smiled.
“Because this cannot become another woman cleaning up after Eric.”
At my kitchen table, Barbara opened a notebook.
“Savings
