My husband sent me away with our twins after pretending he’d hurt his leg.

I used a wheelchair, and he said, “You can manage without me. You always do.”

I believed he was trying to spare us a disappointment.

Then a woman called with a reason to get home before he knew I was coming.

I’d checked every doorway for that trip because I wanted our children to remember something besides another plan we’d dropped.

Canceling meant more than losing a booking.

Our twins were seven, and neither had slept anywhere on holiday unless a relative’s spare room counted.

Jayla counted it.

Kabir didn’t, because somebody always asked us to bring our own towels.

For years, I couldn’t get through payday without moving money between bills.

Danny and I stopped saying “next summer” where the children could hear.

Then my dispatch shifts got longer, and the packaging plant moved him onto better-paid hours.

We kept expecting the extra money to disappear into something.

When it didn’t, I bought train tickets.

I booked an apartment in Sandusky with a bathroom I could actually use and a lift somebody had measured for me.

I’d asked for the measurements twice.

Danny stood behind my chair while I made the call.

“Book your massage too,” he said. “I’ll take them swimming.”

I booked it before I could talk myself out of spending anything on myself.

That was my bit.

The rest could be swimming and sticky fingers and arguments over who pressed the lift button.

I’d take all of it.

I kept opening the confirmation on my phone, even after I knew the departure time without looking.

Danny called it checking our imaginary lottery win.

We were leaving the next morning, and I was folding clothes across my knees when his key scraped against the lock.

He called my name before the door opened.

“Brittany, move back a little.”

A forearm crutch came through ahead of him.

Then the other.

A rigid brace ran down his leg, with straps over his trousers and his foot held straight.

He lowered himself onto the sofa without reaching for either child.

Jayla stopped with her swimsuit held against her chest.

My hands stayed on a shirt.

“What happened?”

“A driver backed into me outside work,” he said.

“They checked it. I’m supposed to keep off it.”

I pushed closer and stopped beside his knee.

There was a bit of sock caught under the bottom strap.

It bothered me that somebody had sent him home like that.

“Why didn’t you call?”

“My phone was nearly dead.”

“You could’ve borrowed one.”

“I wanted to get HOME.”

His crutches rested against the sofa while he stared past me at the cases.

I started crying before I’d decided whether to touch his hand.

He kept saying he was fine.

But his foot wouldn’t move, and I couldn’t get past how close a car must’ve come to the rest of him.

“We’ll cancel,” I said.

The children stayed where they were.

I hated that they heard me say it, but I reached for my phone anyway.

Danny leaned forward.

“Don’t do that.”

“We can’t leave you here.”

“I’ve already been checked.”

“That doesn’t mean you should be alone.”

He pressed his palm against the cushion and shifted his weight.

I moved back because I thought I was crowding his leg.

“You can manage without me,” he said. “You always do.”

I’d spent enough time arguing for people to let me do things myself that I didn’t know how to answer him.

I wanted him beside us.

I also wanted the children to get on that train.

“You helped choose everything,” I said.

“And it’s all booked.”

He said BOOKED as though that settled the part where he wouldn’t be there.

Kabir asked whether Dad could bring the crutches on the train.

Danny rubbed his forehead.

“Too much moving around.”

Jayla offered him the seat beside her.

I bent over the shirt on my lap and folded it again.

“Please,” Danny said. “Don’t make them stay here because of me.”

I asked about food, getting to the bathroom, whether somebody needed to check on him.

He had an answer ready each time.

When I offered to call someone, he reached toward my phone.

“I can make a sandwich, Brit.”

I put it away.

Before bed, I backed my chair beside the sofa and asked him again whether he wanted us to stay.

“GO,” he said. “Send me something from the pool.”

He kept his mouth pressed flat while I kissed him.

By morning, I had talked myself into believing we were doing what he’d asked.

At the station, I checked my phone between helping Kabir straighten the handle on his case.

Danny’s message said he was resting.

I sent him a picture of the twins beside our luggage.

He answered with a thumbs-up.

That ought to have helped.

At the apartment, the bathroom worked exactly as promised, and I felt stupidly close to crying over that too.

The children changed before I’d opened my case.

At the pool, Jayla kept waving until I waved back, even when she’d only moved a little farther along the edge.

Kabir wanted me to time him.

I told him my stopwatch charged by the splash.

He splashed me on purpose.

For a while, I stopped reaching for my phone.

Then it rang against my thigh.

The number wasn’t saved.

I answered because Danny might have borrowed somebody else’s phone after all.

“Am I speaking to Brittany?”

“Who’s this?”

“My name’s Shari. I did something for your husband.”

I turned my chair away from the pool’s noise.

“What sort of something?”

She took so long that I checked whether the call had dropped.

“The brace,” she said. “He gave me money for fitting it.”

I pulled the phone closer.

“Are you calling from the clinic?”

“No. There wasn’t a clinic.”

My thumb pressed into the case.

“What are you saying?”

“He wanted it to look convincing. He told me he needed a reason to miss a trip.”

Behind me, water hit the tiles.

I couldn’t turn around yet.

“You’re saying he wasn’t hurt?”

“THE INJURY WAS FAKE.”

I stared at the place where my hand rested against my knee.

He’d let me cry there.

He’d watched me reach for the cancellations.

“Why would you help him?”

“He said it was a private matter.”

“Then why are you calling NOW?”

“Because I heard more afterward.”

I asked what she’d heard.

She spoke over the end of my question.

“You need to go back. Don’t tell him you’re coming.”

My mouth had gone dry enough that I had to swallow before I could answer.

“What’s happening in my house?”

“He didn’t send you away so he could REST.”

She wouldn’t put a name to it.

But she repeated the warning until I stopped asking whether she was sure.

I checked the return trains without opening Danny’s messages.

Forty minutes later, I pressed the cases shut against my knees and pulled the zippers around.

I left Danny’s chat untouched and booked the journey home.

Seven o’clock

Before I could put the phone down, Shari sent a message.

“His mother’s coming to your house at seven. He told her to bring the food. I heard that much.”

I called her back with a case braced against my footplate.

“So people are coming over?”

“Yes.”

“Then say that. Don’t leave me guessing beside a swimming pool.”

“I only heard his end. I shouldn’t have made it sound like I knew everything.”

Her brace was one she’d advertised for sale.

Danny had paid extra for the crutches and for her to fit it.

He’d given her my number as a contact in case he didn’t collect it.

Apparently I was reliable enough to collect the equipment for my own deception.

While she fastened it, he’d answered his mother’s call.

Shari heard him arranging food for guests, then saying I couldn’t know.

“Did he tell you I used a wheelchair?”

“No.”

I ended the call before she could say she felt worse now.

It was Tuesday. We were booked until Sunday.

I opened the apartment reservation and held my thumb over the cancellation button.

Then I closed it.

I couldn’t bear to give him the room as well.

Jayla put her case beside mine.

“Are we going home because of Dad?”

“I need to speak to him.”

“Can we leave our swimming things here?”

I wanted to promise we’d come back.

I wanted a husband whose leg hurt.

That seemed such a reasonable thing to want an hour earlier.

“Bring them,” I said. “We haven’t finished with them.”

Kabir checked beneath the bed while I counted the tickets on my screen.

Four outward tickets. Three people traveling.

Three tickets for the journey I’d just bought.

Danny’s mother, Helen, would be coming through our front door with food at seven.

She hadn’t called to ask if her son was hurt.

My phone lit up.

Danny wanted a photograph from the pool.

The fourth ticket

At the apartment door, I opened my messages with my sister, Riley.

Two weeks earlier, she’d sat beside me while I booked our trains.

“Put yourself in first,” she’d said.

“The system doesn’t care who goes first.”

“I do. You always get to your own part after everybody else’s.”

I’d entered my name, then Danny’s.

She’d read the access confirmation while I checked the children’s tickets.

“He’s taking the kids for your appointment?”

“He offered.”

“Good. I’m glad he’s sorting some help.”

I’d thought she meant the station assistance.

Danny had offered to call about that too.

In the end, I made the call.

Now, outside the apartment, I typed, “Are you working tonight?”

Her answer came before we reached the lift.

“No. Everything okay?”

I almost told her.

My sister would say his name in that particular way of hers, two syllables stretched until they became a charge sheet.

Instead, I wrote, “Might need you later. Keep your phone on.”

“Of course. Aren’t you at the pool?”

“Leaving it.”

She sent a heart. I put the phone away.

Downstairs, Kabir leaned against his case while Jayla held the door.

We’d practiced that at home because both children wanted the important job of holding something.

Danny usually took the door from them.

“Quicker if I do it,” he’d say.

Then Helen would tell him he never stopped.

At our front door the previous Sunday, she’d said it while I sat with the packed lunch I’d made for all four of us.

“You’re always looking after somebody, Danny.”

He’d taken the bag off my lap.

“Somebody has to.”

I’d almost said the sandwiches hadn’t assembled themselves out of gratitude.

But Helen was kissing the twins, and I didn’t want another visit measured by whether I could take a joke.

Now Jayla held the apartment building’s door until my back wheels cleared it.

“That’s it,” I said.

She let go and ran to her case.

I checked the return fare again. One hundred eighty-six dollars and forty cents.

The canceled massage would cost sixty-five.

I could tell you what groceries those two figures represented.

Years of moving money around had left me with a calculator in my head that never took a holiday.

Danny knew that.

He’d watched me price the apartment against three others.

He’d held the phone while I asked about the bathroom.

He’d said five nights would do us good.

At the station, Riley called.

I answered with the phone against my ear and my hand on Kabir’s case handle.

“Are you all right?” she said.

“Can you be at my house tonight?”

A pause.

“I’m already going there.”

The return train

On the train that Tuesday afternoon, I called Riley back once the children had their headphones on.

“Why are you going to my house?”

“Helen invited me.”

“What for?”

“Food. Just a few hours.”

“With Danny.”

“Yes.”

“Did she mention his leg?”

Another pause. Riley was terrible at lying.

She usually filled the gaps with unnecessary weather.

“Brit, I think you should speak to him.”

“I’ve spent nearly twenty-four hours speaking to him about his leg.”

“He’s been tired.”

“So have I.”

“I know.”

But she said it quickly, the way you agreed with somebody when you needed them to move past a point.

I pressed my thumb into the seam of the seat.

“Riley, did you know he wasn’t hurt?”

She didn’t answer.

Kabir held up his empty water bottle.

I took it and passed him mine.

My sister stayed on the phone.

“Did you know?”

“He said you wouldn’t go if he simply asked for a few days.”

I couldn’t get the bottle lid back on. The thread caught sideways twice.

“You knew.”

“He said he tried to talk to you.”

“When?”

“I don’t know. Before this.”

“Before what? Before he bought a brace?”

“Don’t say it like that.”

I looked down the carriage. A man was asleep with his mouth open.

I resented him with a force he hadn’t earned.

“How would you like me to say it?”

“I thought you knew he needed a break. I didn’t know you thought a car had hit him.”

“He told the children that.”

Riley said my name.

I didn’t want her saying my name kindly.

I wanted her to have called me yesterday.

“Get to the house,” I said. “Keep this conversation to yourself.”

“Are you coming home?”

“Yes.”

“Brit, you’ve only just got there.”

I ended the call.

For several minutes, I kept my phone flat against my thigh.

There was a photograph on it of the twins standing beside the luggage that morning.

Danny had answered with a thumb.

My sister had known. His mother had known.

I pictured them waiting for the picture too. Proof that I was gone.

Then Danny called.

I let it ring once before answering.

“How’s the pool?”

“Busy.”

“Kids having fun?”

“They were.”

He made a small sound, the sort he’d made when shifting on the sofa.

“What’s wrong?” I said.

“Nothing. Just trying to get comfortable.”

I closed my eyes.

“Have you eaten?”

“Made a sandwich.”

“Is anybody coming over?”

“Maybe Mum. I told you I could manage.”

His voice had patience in it. That hurt more than the lie.

He was being patient with the wife who wouldn’t stop fussing over his imaginary injury.

“Do you want me to call her?”

“No need. Concentrate on the kids.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because you’re supposed to be enjoying yourself.”

Jayla tapped my wrist and pointed at something beyond the window.

I nodded without seeing it.

Danny waited.

“Brit?”

“I’m here.”

“You’re not going to spend the entire trip worrying about me, are you?”

I wanted to tell him where the train was.

I wanted to hear his breathing change.

Instead, I said, “I’ll let you get comfortable.”

When I ended the call, Jayla took off one side of her headphones.

“Did Dad have his sandwich?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good.”

I put his photograph reply beside the call from Shari on my screen.

Then I opened Riley’s messages again.

The heart she’d sent was still there.

Under it, she wrote, “Please don’t come in ready for a fight.”

I turned the phone facedown.

My sister had helped arrange the evening I was about to interrupt.

Helen at the door

We reached the house before seven that Tuesday.

Helen opened the door while I was getting my key out.

She had a shopping bag in one hand.

Her eyes went from me to the children, then to our cases.

“What are you doing here?”

“Coming into my house.”

“Has something happened?”

I waited for her to move.

She put the shopping bag down but stayed in the doorway.

Behind her, my hall looked exactly as I’d left it that morning.

The crutches weren’t beside the sofa anymore.

“Are you going to let us through?” I said.

“Of course. There’s no need for that.”

There was apparently a correct tone for discovering your husband had rented an injury, and I hadn’t found it.

Jayla pulled her case inside.

“Is Dad awake?”

“He’s awake,” Helen said.

Danny appeared at the sitting-room door.

He was standing.

Both feet were on the floor. No brace. No crutches.

He had a drink in his hand.

Kabir lifted his case handle.

“We came back.”

Danny set the glass down so fast it tipped against the wall.

“What’s happened?”

I kept my hands on my wheels.

“You tell me.”

His eyes went to Helen.

She reached for the children’s cases.

“Let’s get these out of the way.”

I wanted to stop everything right there.

I wanted to make him stand in the hall and say what he’d done before anybody could smooth it into something smaller.

But Kabir was looking at his father’s legs.

“Dad’s better,” he said.

Danny opened his mouth.

“No more stories,” I said.

The children turned toward me.

I bent to unhook my bag from the chair.

“Dad and I need to talk. You two can get comfortable in your room.”

“Are we staying?” Jayla said.

“For tonight.”

She looked at her father again.

He didn’t answer her.

A knock came from the open door.

Riley stood behind our cases with a bag of food matching Helen’s.

For one second, I nearly reached for her.

She’d been the person I called from hospital bathrooms when strangers helped without asking.

She knew the sound I made when I was trying not to cry because crying would give somebody an excuse to take over.

Now she stood in my doorway carrying part of Danny’s evening.

“Could you sit with the kids?” I said.

“Yes.”

She took their cases, and they went down the hall with her.

Kabir wanted to tell her about the pool. She said she’d like that.

Their bedroom door closed.

Danny put his hand over his face.

“Who called you?”

“That’s your first question?”

“Somebody obviously said something.”

Helen bent to pick up her shopping bag.

“Let’s all sit down.”

I was already sitting down.

People offered that solution to me with remarkable confidence.

“Did you know about the brace?” I said to her.

“Yes.”

“About the car?”

“No. I didn’t tell him to say a car hit him.”

Danny turned toward her.

“Mum.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

She carried the food into the sitting room.

I followed, because being left in the hall while they discussed the acceptable size of the lie was more than I could stand.

The brace lay behind a cushion.

Danny moved toward it.

“Leave it,” I said.

He stopped.

Helen put her bag on the floor.

“He needed some time, Brittany. He never asks for anything.”

“He asked me to believe he was hurt.”

“I’ve said he shouldn’t have done that.”

“To him?”

Danny pulled the brace out and set it beside the sofa.

Riley came back from the children’s room and closed the door behind her.

“They’ve got a film on,” she said.

I turned toward her.

“Tell them what I said on the train.”

She held the strap of her bag with both hands.

“Brit, I think everybody needs to stop for a minute.”

“Did I say I wanted him hurt?”

“No.”

“Did I say he couldn’t have a break?”

“No, but you came straight back.”

Danny sat down.

Riley stood beside his mother.

The brace behind the cushion

At seven that Tuesday evening, the food they’d brought was still in its bags.

Danny leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Can I finish one sentence before you start?”

“You’ve had all day.”

“That’s exactly what I mean. You come in angry, and whatever I say now is wrong.”

Helen settled into the armchair. Riley stayed standing.

I parked beside the sofa, in the place where I’d offered to cancel the holiday the night before.

Danny glanced at the brace.

“I know it was stupid.”

“You fitted it over your trousers.”

“What?”

“Your sock was caught. I was worried somebody hadn’t checked it properly.”

He rubbed his hands together.

“Brit, please.”

“I nearly called the place you said you’d been treated.”

“I didn’t say which place.”

Riley’s hand came off her bag.

Danny kept going.

“I’m not saying it was right. I’m saying I knew what would happen if I asked for time on my own.”

“What would happen?”

“You’d say we never get family time. You’d say the children were expecting me. And then I’d go.”

“They were expecting you.”

“There. Exactly.”

Helen nodded once.

I turned to her.

“He chose the trip with me.”

“People can be worn out and still agree to things,” she said.

“I asked him three times whether he wanted us to stay.”

“That’s because you thought he was hurt.”

“Yes.”

She pressed her lips together.

Danny reached for the brace, then let his hand fall.

“I wasn’t trying to punish you. I wanted five days where nobody needed anything.”

I could have told him how often I took dispatch calls while folding the children’s washing.

I could have named the nights he came home to food he hadn’t shopped for and uniforms he hadn’t washed.

I wanted to fling every one of those evenings into his lap.

Instead, I said, “You could have told me.”

“And you’d have made me feel awful.”

“You let me cry over your leg.”

“I didn’t ask you to cry.”

Riley sat on the arm of Helen’s chair.

That was the point where my face got hot.

Not when he walked into the hall. Not when his mother admitted knowing.

My sister sat down beside his mother, and my husband explained that the crying had been my own addition.

“I thought a car had hit you,” I said.

“I know.”

“You called my name before you came through our door.”

“I know.”

“You made sure I saw the crutches first.”

“How many times do you want me to say it was stupid?”

Helen leaned toward me.

“He’s saying he’s sorry.”

“No,” Riley said. “He hasn’t.”

It was a small sentence. I held on to it anyway.

Danny stood up.

“Fine. I’m sorry I scared you. I’m sorry about the brace. I shouldn’t have done that. But I still need the time, and now you’ve brought everybody back.”

He spread his hands toward the hall.

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

I looked at the empty space beside the television.

The cases had stood there the night before.

I’d packed his swimming things next to the children’s.

Five nights. I’d asked the apartment owner about the lift twice because I couldn’t risk arriving and giving Danny a reason to say we should have stayed home.

I’d made so many things easy that he’d run out of ordinary excuses.

“I lost my appointment,” I said.

Danny looked at me.

“The massage. It’s too late to cancel.”

“I’ll give you the money.”

“You can’t give me the afternoon.”

He picked up his drink, then put it down without taking any.

“We went to a lot of trouble so you could have a nice time.”

“We?”

Helen moved her foot against the food bag.

“Everybody wanted this to work,” she said.

“Nobody spoke to me.”

“You knew you were going away,” Danny said.

“What else did you need to know?”

I could hear the children’s film through the wall.

For a moment, all I wanted was to get them back to that pool.

I would pay again. I would pack again.

I would do every bit of it myself, provided I didn’t have to remain beside the cushion where he’d hidden the brace.

Danny looked toward Riley.

“Tell her. You helped pay so she wouldn’t have to do it alone.”

Riley lowered her eyes.

I gripped the push rims until my palms hurt.

All three of them waited for me to thank them.

Riley’s screen

Still beside the sofa, I opened the booking on my phone.

“Riley. Come here.”

She stood.

Danny said, “Can we not drag her into this?”

I held the phone out.

“Read the names.”

Riley bent beside my chair.

“Yours. Danny. Jayla. Kabir.”

“Four tickets. He didn’t use his.”

She scrolled down.

I opened the apartment booking next. Two adults and two children.

One adult had stayed home in a brace.

“Who did you think went with us?” I said.

Riley turned toward Danny.

“Where’s the helper?”

He looked at his glass.

“What helper?” I said.

“The woman he booked to go with you. For the children. So you could get your break too.”

Helen sat forward.

Danny raised one hand.

“That needs explaining.”

Riley was opening her own phone now.

I held out my hand.

She gave it to me.

Danny’s message said a helper would travel with us and stay in our apartment for five nights.

He’d priced it at nine hundred sixty dollars.

He couldn’t afford it after paying for the holiday.

Below that was my sister’s answer.

She could send four hundred eighty.

His mother had agreed to send the other half.

I read it twice.

At the bottom, Danny had written, “Please don’t mention the cost to Brit. She’ll refuse it. Let me handle telling her.”

I passed the phone back.

“When did he tell you?” Riley said.

“He didn’t.”

Danny stepped toward us.

“I was going to arrange somebody.”

“When?” she said.

“The arrangements changed.”

“Who canceled?”

“I didn’t say somebody canceled.”

“Then who did you book?”

He looked at his mother.

Helen’s hands were flat on her knees.

I opened the photograph from that morning. Jayla and Kabir beside the cases.

Empty space where Danny should have stood.

I held it toward him.

“You asked me to send this.”

He said nothing.

“You knew exactly who got on that train.”

Four hundred eighty dollars

Riley put her phone between Danny and me.

“Say her name,” she said.

“There isn’t a name because it didn’t get that far.”

“You said you’d booked her.”

“I was trying to make the whole thing work.”

Helen stood up.

“Where’s the money?”

Danny turned toward her with both hands open.

“I’ve got it. Most of it. Nobody’s lost anything.”

Riley took a step back from him.

“I gave you money for my sister.”

“And she was fine. Look at her. She got there, didn’t she?”

I couldn’t speak for a second.

He pointed toward my phone.

“The bathroom was right. The trains were arranged. She’s good at that stuff. You both know she is.”

“Then what did you need nine hundred sixty dollars for?” Helen said.

Danny looked down the hall.

“Keep your voices down.”

“Answer her,” Riley said.

“I wanted some money for my week. I didn’t want to spend every day sitting in the house because everything had gone on the trip.”

My eyes went to the food bags.

“That’s what tonight was,” I said.

Helen pressed her hand over her mouth.

Danny shook his head.

“Tonight was just food. Mum wanted to do something nice. You’re making it sound like I threw a party.”

“You invited my sister to thank you for sending me away.”

“I invited her because she helped. You all knew I needed a break. Don’t stand there acting like you didn’t.”

Riley picked up her bag.

“I thought you were getting one for her too.”

Danny’s face changed then. He looked from her to his mother and back.

“She was on holiday.”

“With two children,” Riley said.

“They’re my children too.”

“Then you could have gone.”

He dragged a hand down his face.

“Can everybody stop making me the worst person in the world for wanting a few days to myself?”

I rolled back enough to put the brace between us.

“How much did that cost?”

He stared at it.

“That’s not the point.”

“You bought that before you booked anybody to help me.”

“I said there wasn’t anybody.”

“I heard you.”

He sat down.

For the first time that evening, he stopped reaching for somebody else’s agreement.

Riley came beside me.

“I’m sorry, Brit.”

I wanted to lean against her.

I also wanted to make her stand there a little longer.

“You told me not to come home ready for a fight.”

“I did.”

“You could have called me before you sent him money.”

“I should have.”

Helen bent and picked up the brace.

“Put that down,” Danny said.

She dropped it beside his feet.

“I told her you never stopped,” she said.

“I’ve said that to her face.”

“Mum, I do plenty.”

“Then you should have plenty to say without making things up.”

He kicked the brace under the sofa.

It caught against the leg and stayed half out.

Nobody helped him.

I opened the return-ticket receipt.

“One hundred eighty-six dollars and forty cents to come home. Sixty-five for the appointment I lost.”

Danny reached for his phone.

“I told you I’d cover it.”

“From your spending account. Not ours.”

He stopped with the screen lit.

We each kept a small amount aside when the wages came in.

His better-paid hours had let him build his up.

Mine had gone into the holiday because I wanted the bathroom that worked.

“It’s going to leave me with hardly anything,” he said.

Riley held her phone out.

“My four hundred eighty first.”

Helen said, “And mine.”

He looked at her.

“You want it back right now?”

“Yes.”

For several minutes, the only talking came from the film in the children’s room.

Riley checked her screen. Then Helen checked hers.

I waited until the two hundred fifty-one dollars and forty cents appeared in my own account.

Danny laid his phone on the sofa.

“There. Can we stop now?”

I opened the train booking.

“Riley, can you come back with us tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“I can cover your ticket. The apartment’s still ours until Sunday.”

Danny stood again.

“You kept the apartment?”

“Yes.”

“So you came all this way just to do this?”

I looked at the brace.

He followed my eyes and stopped talking.

Riley touched my shoulder.

“I’ll buy my ticket,” she said.

Helen picked up her food bag.

“Danny, pack enough for the week. You can stay with me.”

He turned to me.

“You’re sending me out of my own house?”

“I’m asking for five days without this.”

“I’ve apologized.”

“You apologized for scaring me.”

He stood beside the sofa with his hands hanging at his sides.

I waited.

“I took their money,” he said.

“I said it was for help, and it wasn’t.”

Riley didn’t move.

“I wanted you away so I could have the place to myself.”

“And the leg?” I said.

“I made it up.”

He looked toward the bedroom door.

“I’ll tell the kids I got that wrong.”

“You’ll tell them you weren’t hurt. No driver. No clinic.”

He nodded.

Helen went to the hall. Riley stayed beside me.

Danny bent to pull the brace out from under the sofa.

“How am I supposed to explain this to Mum all week?”

“You can manage.”

The cases by the lift

On Wednesday morning, Danny came to the door from Helen’s car while Riley checked our cases.

He didn’t bring the brace.

The children stood inside the hall with me.

“I need to tell you something,” he said.

“My leg wasn’t hurt. I wanted to stay home, and I told you a story instead of saying that.”

Kabir looked at his shoes.

“So there wasn’t a car?”

“No.”

Jayla held her case handle.

“Why did you do the crutches?”

“I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

I waited beside them. He didn’t look at me for help.

“You’re going back to the pool with Mum and Aunt Riley,” he said.

Kabir nodded.

Jayla said, “We packed our swimming things.”

Then she pulled her case toward the door.

Danny moved aside.

He carried the cases to the car Riley had brought, without announcing that he was carrying them.

I secured my chair, and Riley checked the children’s belts.

Before she shut my door, she leaned in.

“Do you want him to call while we’re away?”

“One call with the children in the evening. Nothing else.”

She nodded.

Danny stood beside Helen’s car as we pulled away.

At the station, Riley held the door until Jayla took it from her.

“That’s my job,” Jayla said.

“Sorry,” Riley said. “I’m new.”

Kabir laughed.

I checked the tickets once. Then I put my phone away.

Back at the apartment, the cases went in the same place by the wall.

I hadn’t taken the swimming towels out of the bag.

Riley stood in the bathroom doorway while I showed her the space beside the shower.

“This is what you kept calling about?”

“Yes.”

“Well, thank goodness you bothered everybody twice.”

I laughed. It came out badly at first, more like a cough.

Then I cried.

Riley sat on the closed toilet seat and let me.

She didn’t tell me the children would hear.

She didn’t fetch anything or try to finish what I couldn’t say.

When I could speak, I said, “You believed him.”

“I did.”

“You know me.”

“Yes.”

I wiped my face on the towel across my knees.

“I needed you to ask.”

“I will.”

That was as much as I could take from her that morning.

She got up when I needed the room.

Later, she took the children swimming while I called about the massage.

There was a space the next afternoon.

I booked it.

On Thursday, I went.

Riley sent one photograph while I was there: both children holding up their pool towels, their faces mostly hidden behind them.

I didn’t answer until afterward.

By Friday, Kabir had decided Aunt Riley was a poor stopwatch because she talked during races.

He wanted me back beside the pool.

Jayla wanted me in the water.

We used the pool lift I’d asked about before booking.

Riley stayed on the tiles with our towels while I settled into the seat.

Jayla waited beside the steps.

“Ready, Mum?”

“Give me a minute.”

She gave me one.

A whole minute, without anybody deciding it would be quicker to do something for me.

The seat lowered.

Kabir came over and put his hand against mine beneath the water.

“Are you charging for splashes today?”

“Double.”

He splashed me.

I splashed him back.

If this one got to you, keep a little room for the person who makes everybody else’s holiday happen.

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