Inside the jacket
When Ethan's family went bankrupt, I stayed with him in that basement apartment, working three jobs a day to pay off his debts.
When he made his comeback, he promised during his proposal to give me a real home.
In our third year of marriage, I accidentally saw the deed to our house. The owner's name listed was his first love.
He explained with reddened eyes, "This is what I owe her."
I nodded and pushed toward him photos of the mountain of debt collection notices that had once covered our entire table in that cramped basement.
