Cameron

“This isn’t for me.” Rebecca hands me a manilla envelope, sealed, so I have to take a few moments to open it.

“What’s not for you, and why can’t you tell me what’s going on instead of handing me some piece of paper?”

Annoyance travels through my body. We’ve been married for six years, parents for three, and she can’t string a few words together to talk to me about something she deems important?

“All of ...