Chapter 8

At seven on Christmas morning, my phone told me Aaron had sent his mother $5,400. I sat up in the unfamiliar bed and opened our emergency savings account. We had put that money aside for a broken furnace, a lost job, something neither of us could manage alone. He had used it to pay for another three months at the cabin. He answered on the second ring. "I was going to call you." "You sent your mother our savings." "The next quarter had to be confirmed. I couldn't leave her wondering what...