My Charlotte life ran on two shifts. From 8 a.m. to 6 p.m., I ran a corporate accounting firm. We oversaw payroll, taxes, and quarterly audits for midsize logistics businesses. My days involved reconciling figures and balance sheets.
My second shift began when I pulled into the driveway of our four-bedroom house in Myers Park.
That meant managing Thomas.
Thomas directed regional sales at a medical-supply firm. He favored tailored suits, a leased European car, and dinner-party boasts about our growing empire.
Reality was far less glamorous.
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