Chapter 87

Marcy had that look again. The one Dan had come to recognize as a sign of impending trouble. She was sitting at the breakfast table with her tablet, an empty cereal bowl, and a very specific glint of determination in her eyes.

He approached cautiously, coffee mug in hand. “Alright,” he said slowly, “what are we signing up for this time? It’s either prenatal yoga or a subscription box that sends th