Cassandra only realized what was happening when Wesley stopped replying to her for several hours at a time. When she finally confronted her mother-in-law about the privacy violation, the woman didn’t even try to look surprised.
“If you are not hiding secrets, then it should not bother you at all,” Edith said with a shrug.
“It is my personal life and my private property,” Cassandra insisted.
“Hotels have privacy, but married women who live under my roof follow my rules,” the older woman declared.
Cassandra wanted to call Wesley immediately, but he was working in a remote area with terrible cell service. He could only send short voice messages during his brief breaks.
She didn’t want to worry him while he was working double shifts to save money for the baby. Every time her voice started to crack during a message, she stopped and thought about the health of her daughter.
The doctor had warned her about the dangers of extreme stress. She decided she could hold on for just one more day.
It was always just one more day.
Then, Sunday morning arrived.