I looked at him.
“You did not fail because someone stole from you.”
The words hit me harder than I expected.
Someone stole from you.
Not you failed.
Not you were careless.
Not you should have known better.
Someone stole from you.
On the drive home, I stared out the window.
“Why didn’t I see it?”
Dad kept his eyes on the road.
“Because you trusted someone.”
“I should have known.”
“No.”
“I gave him my card.”
“You trusted your husband.”
“I let him handle everything.”
“You trusted your husband.”
“I thought marriage meant sharing.”
“It does.”
He paused.
“Not surrendering.”
When we got home, Ryan was sitting at the kitchen table.
His phone was in his hand.
His mother’s name was visible on the screen.
Dad noticed.
Ryan quickly turned the phone over.
Dad said nothing.
Instead, he put the grocery bags on the counter.
Ben immediately ran toward the yogurt.
