“You were the only one who visited her today,” I said. “Why would I take her earrings?” Jane asked, her tone sharp. “Maybe because you’re broke.
Maybe because you need money for some crazy stuff. Take your pick,” I snapped. “I have a job now!
“I told you to hire someone full-time for Mom, but you didn’t!” Jane yelled. “Because I’d be the one paying for it!” I screamed. “You don’t know what’s really going on,” Jane said.
“Then tell me!” I demanded. “Why should I? You’ll just keep blaming me for everything!” Jane said.
She turned away. “Leave. I’m done with this.”
“Fine,” I said, slamming the door as I left.
When I got home, Kaden was putting on his coat. “Where are you going?” I asked. “Just out for a walk,” my husband said, kissing my cheek.
“Milo is asleep. Dinner’s in the fridge.” Then he walked out, leaving me in silence. Kaden was a stay-at-home dad.
We had agreed this was the best choice for our family. I spent most of my time either at work or taking care of Mom, leaving little time for anything else. Milo needed stability, and having Kaden at home gave him that.
Even with his hands full, Kaden often stepped in to help with Mom. He never complained, and for that, I was deeply thankful. Over the next few weeks, Mom kept complaining that things were missing.
