Two daughters.
Worked as a physical therapist.
That last detail mattered more than I realized.
I spent the afternoon preparing food.
Not because Richard demanded it.
Because I wanted the house to feel nice.
Chili.
Chips.
Salsa.
Chicken wings.
Beer in the refrigerator.
Soda.
I cleaned the living room.
Moved toys.
Fed the babies.
Changed three diapers.
Put Grace down for a nap.
Then Noah woke her.
I started over.
By the time the game started, I was exhausted.
Richard barely noticed.
His friends arrived around six.
The living room filled with noise.
Football.
Laughter.
Beer bottles.
I carried food back and forth.
At one point, David offered to help.
“You need a hand?”
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He looked skeptical.
Then picked up two empty bowls anyway.
That was David.
He helped quietly.
No announcement.
No applause.
Later, the babies finally settled upstairs.
I returned to collect plates.
That was when I heard the laughter.
Not normal laughter.
The uncomfortable kind.
Sharp.
Uneven.
I stepped into the living room.
Richard stood beside the television.
Something white and blue was in his hand.
My stomach dropped immediately.
The package.
My package.
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