Instead, he reached for the remote and turned up the volume.
I walked away. It was no longer just about having clothes for work. I was trying to understand why my needs seemed to count for so little when they conflicted with what his sister wanted.
At 7:18 that evening, I called my mother-in-law, Elaine Keller. She was sixty-four, a retired schoolteacher, and had always been kind to me. I had never involved her in an argument between Nick and me.
“Anna?” she said. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
“Elaine, something happened today.”
Her voice changed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nick took nearly all my maternity clothes while I was at work and gave them to Tara.”
“He did what?”
“He emptied the closet. My work clothes, my dresses, the nursing pajamas I bought for after Nora comes.”
Elaine let me finish. I told her I had asked Nick to get the clothes back and that he refused. I told her about the Marketplace listings and the green dress.
