He let out a tired chuckle.
"What do you think? Driving the cab, same as always. Just dropped off a fare. Made about a hundred bucks."
"Is Felix asleep? Be careful heading out tonight. Oh, and happy anniversary. Once I've paid off the debt, I'll make it up to you. I promise."
I glanced at the clock. It was already past midnight.
I opened my mouth to speak, but a woman's petulant whine drifted through the phone.
"Babe, you promised you'd focus on me tonight! Why are you still on the phone? So mean! I'm gonna cry!"
Edmund's breath hitched. A thread of panic crept into his voice.
"There's a female passenger. Sounds like she had too much to drink. I have to go."
"And Louisa... try not to call while I'm working. It's not safe."
He hung up before I could respond.
I pulled my lips into a bitter smile. Not safe. Was that really the reason, or was he afraid of upsetting someone?
I set the phone down and looked around the cramped studio apartment.
Five years of marriage, and this was still our home. The same place we'd moved into as newlyweds.
The furniture was so old I'd lost count of how many times I'd patched and glued it back together.