He requested additional money for treatment coordination.
Arthur died before the program began.
But the invoices continued.
When Judith questioned them, Celeste told her the services had already been reserved.
Then she received a letter stating that her funds were nonrefundable.
I took her hand.
“I can’t promise how quickly this will be resolved,” I said.
“But I won’t pretend I didn’t see what happened.”
Judith squeezed my fingers.
“Your husband told me something once.”
“What?”
“He said women like us were lucky.”
I frowned.
“Lucky?”
“He said we had someone willing to make the difficult decisions.”
Her expression hardened.
“I think he meant we were willing to let men make them.”
On the drive back, I cried so hard Miriam pulled into a parking lot.
I wasn’t crying only for Judith.
I was grieving the woman I’d been.
The one who believed sacrifice always proved love.
