“No,” I said firmly, taking her hand. “It’s time for him to step up.
Not just for your sake, but for his.
Sarah chuckled, “I wish I’d done this years ago.”
When Jeff came into the room, Sarah waved the paper in the air. “You’ve got work to do, mister,” she said.
As they walked into the kitchen together, I couldn’t help but smile. For the first time, it felt like Sarah wasn’t carrying the entire load alone.
“Hey,” Brian said, coming up behind me.
“You really think he’ll stick to it?”
I turned, watching Sarah guide Frank to the sink where she handed him a dish towel. For the first time, he didn’t argue — he just started drying.
I smiled, my voice steady. “He doesn’t have a choice.
Because this time, we’re all playing by the rules.”
