“So your answer was to time your wife like a guest overstaying in a motel,” Robert retorted.
Gerald’s mouth opened, then closed.
“It’s been going on for days,” I said.
Robert’s expression softened just enough to break my heart a little. “Go rinse your hair in the guest bath. Take your time.”
“It’s been going on for days.”
Gerald stepped forward. “Dad, this isn’t necessary.”
Robert didn’t look at him. “Sit down.”
For the first time since Maisie was born, I saw someone in that house take my exhaustion seriously without asking me to defend it. When I closed the guest bathroom door, my hands were shaking so badly that I had to grip the sink.
