hand dropped from his neck.
“What?”
“I’ve been paying it since college. You’re thirty-two, married, and about to become a father. I think you can handle your own insurance.”
He glanced at the living room, where Harper was waiting.
For once, I didn’t rescue him from the uncomfortable silence.
I opened my book and turned the page.
That was the moment both of them understood that the conversation that morning had changed something.
They had wanted me to understand that a baby was coming and life in the house would
