For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood him.
I was lying in a hospital bed after a serious accident.
My leg was broken.
My body was exhausted.
And my husband was demanding an apology because I refused to cook.
Something inside me finally went completely quiet.
Not angry.
Not hurt.
Just finished.
“I think you should leave.”
Austin laughed.
“There it is. The attitude.”
Eleanor crossed her arms.
“This is exactly what I warned you about, Austin. She thinks because she had a little money before marriage, she’s better than us.”
I almost smiled.
A little money.
That was what they believed.
