I couldn’t answer.
Margaret did it for me.
“Your wife has been sleeping in her car.”
The smile disappeared from his face.
For a moment, I thought he might deny it.
Instead, he shrugged.
“Mom, it’s temporary.”
Margaret stared at him.
“Temporary?”
“She’s been keeping me awake.
I have a demanding job, and I need to be rested.”
“She’s thirty-four weeks pregnant.”
“I know how far along she is.”
“Do you?”
Her voice was quiet, which made it more frightening.
Ryan folded his arms.
“Look, I don’t need a lecture.
Claire and I have an arrangement.”
I looked at him.
An arrangement.
He had never asked me whether I agreed to it.
He had never offered me another place to sleep.
He had never once checked whether I was warm enough.
But now he was calling it an arrangement.
Margaret bent down and picked up the package.
