go through her business office because the guarantor’s spouse was experiencing “pregnancy-related anxiety.”
I read that sentence three times.
Then I shut the laptop.
Dad waited.
Eventually I said, “She used my pregnancy as a reason to keep financial information away from me.”
“Yes.”
“I want to be angry.”
“You are.”
“I mean properly angry.”
He tilted his head.
“Throwing cushions?”
“Possibly.”
“We can buy more.”
I laughed.
Then, unexpectedly, I cried.
I was tired of discovering how many people had made decisions around me because they thought hiding the
