Chapter 9

The bank statement arrived on Monday, folded inside a plain envelope that looked too small to hold what it had done to our family. I was feeding Oliver when Maya placed it beside my tea. I opened it one-handed and found the balance first. $42.18. That was all that remained in the account we'd named BABY FUND. I had pictured using that money for the car seat, delivery expenses, and the weeks I'd need to recover before taking on more writing work. Instead, I'd postponed an order of baby clothes...