Every penny I'd scrimped and saved over the past four years, Marvin had found a place to spend.
In that moment, my heart felt smothered, like someone had pulled a plastic bag over it. Even my breathing trembled.
Click. The front door opened behind me.
Marvin stood in the doorway, panting. Without a word, he walked in and gulped down a huge mouthful of water.
"Rosie, you've got the late shift this afternoon?"
It was the weekend. I didn't have to work. But to earn extra money, I'd picked up a weekend gig at the mall near our apartment.
Marvin, on the other hand, chose to work overtime at his office because the company paid time-and-a-half.
"Yeah. Three o'clock."
I kept my voice flat, low, willing him to catch the edge in it.
He didn't. He just grinned. "My hardworking wife, saving up for our wedding with me."
"Your husband's gonna head right back and grind it out. Hit those targets, score a big bonus, and move that progress bar along."
I stood there, watching him in silence.
"We've actually saved up most of what we need," I said. "How about next month you come back with me to meet my parents?"
Marvin slipped his phone into his pocket. His brow creased slightly.