She didn’t look up. “No, David’s got it covered.”
There it was. She said his name like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Friday morning, they were gone. I didn’t text, didn’t call, didn’t even check social media.
But I didn’t have to wait long. By 2 p.m., I got the first call—from my wife. “Why did the flights get canceled?” she demanded.
“Oh,” I said, pretending to sound confused. “Didn’t you say David was handling things? Maybe ask him.”
“Don’t play stupid!” she snapped.
“I saw the confirmation came from your account.”
“Yeah,” I said calmly. “I canceled everything. Since you know, you gave my spot away.”
She started yelling—something about how the kids were crying, how I was ruining everything.Continue reading…
