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There was that moment when my husband said, “We need to talk.” How many of you just cringed? We sat facing each other, my anxiety level surging from my toes, through my heart, and up into my throat. Was I still breathing?
“Is my face turning red?” I asked my husband.
“No,” he said. “Why?”
“Uhhh… nothing.”
I looked across the divide of the coffee table into his eyes. He began to cry, and I had never seen him cry. The tears sat like water droplets on the edge of his eyes, waiting to fall.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“We got our last payment,” he choked out.
“What are you talking about?”
“Our last invoice has been paid.”
The silence choked the air. There it went. One tear rolled down my husband’s cheek, making landfall somewhere.
“I … I … still don’t understand.”
“There won’t be any more money coming in,” he said quickly, letting go of air from the…
