“A husband who wants to protect his wife is a blessing, Evelyn,” she said, her voice dropping into a quieter tone. “Your father never noticed if I was standing or sitting during those final weeks.”
“Nathan changed our medical portal password last night without asking me,” I said.
My mother paused, her hand hovering over the cabinet handle. The small kitchen grew quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator in the corner.
“I am sure he was just trying to save you the trouble of logging in,” she said, though her shoulders tightened.
“He told me he wanted to streamline our digital files so I would not have to manage the administrative details,” I said.
“Well, that sounds very thoughtful,” she said, though she still did not turn around to look at me.
I looked down at my wrist, my fingers finding the cold metal of my watch. “I had to ask him three times just to get the confirmation number for our next ultrasound appointment.”
