Chapter 7
“I think it went as well as I could’ve hoped,” Mark said as we lay in our bed at home on Sunday night.
I nodded and snuggled up to him. I had to admit the savings account was a big surprise. Mark planned to go to the bank tomorrow to have the interest calculated, but it was already a tidy sum.
“I can’t forgive him yet though.”
“I don’t think anyone could expect you to.”
Mark kissed the top of my head. “Thanks for being there for me.”
I rose up and looked at him. “I’m your husband. Of course I was there for you.”
“Sorry.” He pulled me back down and gave me a squeeze.
