I spent two days cooking Thanksgiving dinner. Before tasting anything, my mother-in-law m0cked my food and homemade rolls. I smiled, packed every dish into my car, and left. Four hours later, their calls wouldn’t stop.

“No.”

His voice became quieter.

“You’re my wife.”

“Yes.”

I paused.

“And that’s going to make tomorrow’s meeting particularly uncomfortable.”

Silence.

“What meeting?”

I looked around Harbor House.

Maya was speaking with a woman who had just been served a slice of pumpkin cheesecake.

“My audit meeting.”

Eric said nothing.

“Hawthorne Capital. Nine tomorrow morning. Your father’s company.”

The silence grew longer.

Then Eric finally asked,