My husband was a hypocrite. He was his mother's only child and he did everything she asked. He never questioned what she said or did even when she was blatantly wrong. I wasn’t that lucky with Jordan. His father’s approval was more important than air.
Daniel unlocked the car. He did not wait for me to be properly seated in the car before he started to drive.
I slammed the door shut just before it hit out iron-wrought gate. "Careful."
"Ssh. Jordan is reading."
I was quiet for a while until I noticed my husband was not driving through the main road. Instead, he took the tarred long path that winded through several parks in town. "Why are you taking this route?"
"It's away from the noise and traffic. Jordan can study better."
I tried to find Daniel's eyes through the mirror in front of the car. "It will take us longer to get to the centre."
"More time for him to read."
I wanted to claim that Jordan needed to rest but Daniel gave me a sharp look through the mirror, then turned the mirror away so that I couldn't see his eyes anymore. He never failed to throw in my face the fact that I didn't go to college. But how could I have when I was pregnant with Jordan?