Renee’s POV
“Can you take Debbie to school today?” I ask, placing my bowl in the sink. I avoid eye contact with Eric, he’d be able to tell I was up to something.
There’s a pause. I buy more time by opening the dishwasher, rinsing my bowl, letting the water swirl around, then placing it in the rack and shutting the door. After all that, still no reply. Maybe he didn’t hear me. I finally turn to look at him.
He heard me, that much is clear. He’s eyeing me suspiciously, his breakfast plate pushed away from him.
“Why?” He asks as soon as we make eye contact. It shouldn’t be a big deal, a father dropping his daughter off at school, but of course with Eric everything is a big deal. Unfortunately, I can’t even blame him for being suspicious.
Not when I do actually have an ulterior motiv
