CHAPTER 60
Reginald and I didn’t talk about his failing health. Didn’t mention that he’d lost nearly as much weight as I’d gained during the pregnancy. I wouldn’t have admitted it even to myself at the time, but looking back I think I knew that whatever decisions I made for Gracie and me, I wouldn’t be able to rely on Reginald’s generosity for much longer.
I’d been seeing a counselor ever since the bathtub incident. Pretty intensive stuff. Two afternoons a week, and Reginald had to drive Gracie and me all the way to Wenatchee. Orchard Grove’s just too small of a town to worry about things like psychiatrists or counselors or mental health in general.
The counselor was really pushing me to consider this fourteen-day inpatient program out in Spokane, three hours away from my daughter. I kn
