I Paid for the House, So I Sold It

When I listed the riverfront marital home on the resale site—the one I'd put three hundred thousand down on—the agent asked how I could bear to slash the price and cut my losses in such a hurry.

I gave a thin smile.

"Because of a cashmere throw."

Last night I worked late, my stomach acting up. I was doubled over in the living room, cold sweat all down my back, and I went to push open the master bedroom door to lie down for a while.

My wife caught the handle first, frowning.