The room went silent. I looked at my open suitcase, then back at him.
— You used the money we saved for our anniversary on your mother’s kitchen?
— Her cabinets were in terrible condition. The contractor had an opening in his schedule. The deposit had to be paid immediately.
— And asking for my opinion wasn’t necessary?
Finally, he looked at me.
— I knew you would say no.
That sentence hurt more than losing the money.
— Of course I would have said no. We had been saving for an entire year.
— It’s just a trip, Donna.
It was hard for me to breathe.