My husband slapped my debit card out of my hand at my thirty-six-week appointment, then told the receptionist to cancel the ultrasound.
“She’s not paying six hundred and eighty dollars for another picture.”
The card landed beneath a chair beside the check-in desk.
For a moment, I watched it instead of him.
I had worked extra enrollment shifts to put that money into my account.
“The doctor ordered this scan,” I said.
“And I told you the insurance thing is a billing mistake.”
The receptionist kept one hand on the appointment sheet.
“Mr. Ellison, the insurer’s response says the policy is no longer active. Your wife can speak with our billing coordinator while the nurse—”
“We’re leaving.”
Gavin picked up my purse from the counter.
I reached for it.
“Give that back.”
Two women in the waiting room stopped talking.
Gavin glanced at them, then lowered his voice.
“Do you really want to make a scene over money?”
That morning, he had asked me to iron the shirt he planned to wear on his flight to Las Vegas.
He had said the trip was already paid for.
He had said our baby’s savings were untouched.
And when I asked whether his mother could help us sort out the insurance problem, he said she was tired of being treated like a bank.
Then the glass door opened.
His mother walked in carrying the brown leather bag she had brought to family dinners for seven years.
Gavin froze.
“Marlene?” I said.
She looked at my purse in his hand, then at the card beneath the chair.
“Give Audrey her things.”
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