“Why Is the Card Declined?” My Husband Yelled. That Was Only the First Domino
Afterward, she tiptoed into the nursery. Cheryl slept peacefully, tiny fist tucked beneath her cheek. Lily felt something in her chest soften. She adjusted the blanket, brushing a kiss against her daughter’s warm forehead.
In the living room, Alex barely glanced at her.
“Mom says you’re late again,” he said, eyes glued to the screen.
“Yes. Tomorrow matters,” Lily began.
“I know,” he interrupted. “Important presentation. By the way, tomorrow’s Friday.”
Her stomach tightened.
Friday meant the bank.
“So?” she asked carefully.
“What do you mean, so?” Alex frowned. “Mom needs to go to the salon. Her skin’s been rough lately.”
Lily stared at him. “We have unpaid bills. Cheryl needs new clothes.”
Alex waved a hand dismissively. “Mom deserves something nice. She’s had a hard life.”
