“His savings?”
“Yes. He said you both agreed it was the right thing to do.”
I studied her carefully. Her pride was genuine.
So was her confusion.
David had not only betrayed me.
He had manipulated her too.
“He told you I agreed?” I asked.
“Of course.” Her smile faded. “Didn’t you, Donna? He said you chose the gold trimmings for the kitchen!”
I adjusted the strap of my purse. “David has a lot to explain.”
I abandoned the cart in the aisle and drove home.
—
David sat on the couch while the television played in the background.
“Turn it off,” I said.
He lowered his arm. “What now?”
“I ran into your mother.”
His expression changed instantly.
“Did you tell her I agreed to the remodel?”
