“I canceled the flights.”
For a moment, I simply stared.
“You canceled our trip?”
“We can’t go right now.”
“Why?”
“The money’s gone.”
My first reaction was fear.
“Gone how? Did something happen? Is someone sick?”
“No.” He let out a hard breath. “I used it for Mom’s kitchen remodel.”
The room became so quiet that I heard the zipper on my suitcase slip down slightly.
“You used our anniversary money for Marianne’s kitchen?” I asked.
“The cabinets are falling apart, and Benjamin had an opening. The deposit had to be paid.”
Benjamin was the contractor Marianne had mentioned for months. Her kitchen was dated, but old cabinets were not an emergency.
