He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was the last to know the script in his own home. Even neighbors hinted at gratitude for a helper he had never met. Sarah tried to soothe him with kisses, but Michael lay stiff, consumed by the suspicion that his family was no longer his alone.
Sorting through the mail, Michael noticed a bank slip tucked among the bills. It showed a recent cash deposit into their joint account—large enough to cover several months of groceries. He hadn’t sent money home. He stared at the paper, a cold weight settling in his chest.