Chapter Seventeen

In the mornings, I made sure I was up to make coffee for Travis before he left for work. I did his tie and helped him put on his suit.

He smiled at me. “You’ll do a good job at being Mrs. Cross,” he teased. “I’m beginning to get used to this.”

I laughed. “And who said you were difficult to live with?”

Travis rarely came home at eleven in the evenings anymore. Most of the time, it was earlier than that, and we had dinner together.

One night, he came home late and I had fallen asleep on the living room couch waiting for him. When I woke up again, I was already back in the bed with Travis snoring quietly on the couch.

I had a chat on the phone with Karl one Friday night. He warned me that Travis was in a foul mood. He’d had a meeting with his father, and it didn’t go well.

“Like how bad?”

“Really bad. Travis was pushing his father to the wall, making him realiz