David looked directly at me.
“Donna,” he said quietly. “Can we talk in the hall?”
“We can talk here.”
His face tightened. “Please.”
“No.”
He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “I need you to help me cover the next payment.”
“My emergency fund?”
He swallowed. “We’d pay it back.”
“We?”
“Don’t do this in front of everyone.”
I stepped into the empty kitchen, the dust crunching beneath my shoes.
“So, David,” I said. “When you said family comes first, did you mean your mother, or did you mean everyone except me?”
His face went pale.
“Donna,” he whispered. “Not here.”
“Here is where you spent our anniversary trip and showed everyone how little our marriage meant to you.”
He forced a laugh and faced the others.
