David looked at my husband for the first time since he had started speaking to me.
“Carl came along because you asked me if there was anything open in dispatch. I hired him as a favor to you. Everything after that was a promise I made to Marie. That her daughter would never worry about a mortgage.”
Carl had not moved.
He stood next to the open box with the yellow gloves lying across his shoes.
“Wait,” he said. “Wait. So I’m—this whole time, I’m—”
“You are the husband of my daughter,” said David. “You were. Every raise you ever got, every title, you got because of that. And you spent tonight telling her she was nothing but a housekeeper.”
“David, I didn’t know.”
“That’s the point, Carl. You didn’t need to know. You should have treated her that way anyway.”
Priya stepped forward and handed David another sheet.
