“I don’t get to be done.”
“It wasn’t a fight until you decided helping was an insult.”
He reached toward the hallway closet, and that was when I saw the green duffel bag beside the door.
It wasn’t half packed. It was zipped.
“Why is your bag there?”
Brandon pulled on his jacket.
“I was going to tell you. Simon and Theo are picking me up.”
It wasn’t half packed.
“For dinner?”
“For a fishing trip, Amy.”
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I stared at my husband, refusing to believe he was serious.
“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
“How long, Brandon?”
He looked away.
“For a fishing trip, Amy.”
“Four days.”
Lila’s crying faded into tired hiccups. I rubbed her back while Ivy kicked against the bouncer.
“You booked a four-day trip and didn’t mention it?”
“I need a break, Amy.”
“So do I.”
“I work all week. You get to stay home.”
“I need a break, Amy.”
