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151 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 15, 2013
"You can stay," he said. "If you want to."
"What?"
"I want you to stay here a few more days. Take a break."
"Where is this coming from?"
...Tony took her by the shoulder and firmly steered her back around to face him.
"It was Jamila's idea, but she's right. This vacation sucked for you. I think--I think a lot of things must suck for you, and I can't usually do anything about it."
"I can't go to Jamaica," he said. "I'll get fired off this job I'm doing in Dublin."
"So you lose the job. Isn't Amber more important?"
"...Because you're my wife, and I love you, and I wouldn't have married you if you weren't also the smartest, most capable, most interesting, hottest chick I'd ever met."
If she was lucky, Jacob wouldn’t throw up in her lap, all their flights would be on time, the kids wouldn’t embarrass her on the plane, and she’d have a few minutes between all their demands to read a magazine.
Maybe she could actually sit by Tony and talk to him about something other than the boys. Or the work he needed to do in the coming week. Or how worried he was about his brother Patrick.
Yeah, right.
Tony thought about Amber’s day. Amber’s life. There were no boundaries in it anywhere. Just kids who needed her all the time, no matter whether she was supposed to be on or off duty. Him, coming home late, needing conversation or comfort in the middle of the night.
She’d lost whatever sun she’d once orbited around, and without it – without that feeling of knowing herself, of being known – there was a part of her that never warmed. A part of her that was always shivering and cold, right on the verge of tears, and loud in its misery. Loud. So that the real work of her days … became keeping it quiet. Shushing it sternly, yelling at it if she had to, because if she didn't keep it in check, she ended up crying in the kitchen in the middle of the day with no one around but the dog to notice, and that wouldn’t do.