Chapter 4

The first week of separate finances, David was a mess.

He didn't pay the rent. But he wouldn't touch my car either. He commuted by taxi every day, almost $65 round trip.

On Wednesday night he came home late, well past eleven. He smelled like a bar, his tie half undone.

I was already in bed, reading after my shower. He pushed open the bedroom door and stood there watching me for a couple of seconds.

"Emily," he said.

I turned the page.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

"About what?" I replied.

"Don't make this harder." He walked over and…