Husband Leaves Pregnant Wife for Influencer Until Parents Deliver Wedding Photo Gift
“I see,” I said. The baby inside me gave a sharp kick against my ribs, and I rubbed my lower back where the deep ache had begun to settle. “What is the silver worth?”
“I can only do forty-five dollars,” he said.
He did not ask why I was selling it. He knew my husband, and he had sold Evan his silver wrist watch three years ago when the residential building business was still clearing six figures.
“I will take it,” I said.
He slid a green bill drawer open under the glass counter and counted out two twenties and a five. The paper was crisp and dry. I took the money and tucked it into the zip pocket of my purse, right next to the empty blue folder I had taken from Evan’s desk.
By two o’clock, Margot and I stood in the third checkout lane at the market. The wooden cart held four tins of tuna, a bag of yellow apples, two gallons of milk, and a loaf of white bread. The milk alone was four dollars and ten cents a gallon now, a price that seemed to rise every time I looked at the shelf. Mrs. Gable, who lived three doors down from us on our street, stood directly behind us with a green basket of fresh chrysanthemums.
