“I’m sorry, ma’am, but this card has insufficient funds.”
I froze for a heartbeat before quickly handing over another one.
The red light flashed again.
“I’m sorry, this card is also declined.”
“…What?”
I steadied my breathing and dialed my husband’s number.
“Honey, haven’t you been paid yet? The baby is out of formula.”
His voice through the receiver was devoid of warmth.
“A household isn’t supported by one person alone. I expect you to learn how to be independent instead of living like some pathetic parasite.”
With those words, he declared war.
Fine.
Then let the hunt begin.