“I know it’s only been three weeks since the roll-out but the response has been phenomenal...”
Tonight was supposed to be date night. As usual, Nate’s “quick work call” had lasted more than an hour. Mary re-filled her wine glass and carried her plate into the living room, flipping on the television. She’d gotten used to not being Nate’s first priority any longer. He’d made a comfortable life for their family. A gilded cage. He didn’t know that long before his success, she’d trapped herself. She still loved him. She’d always love him.
The coffee-table book caught her eye. A collection of pictures from the early 20th century. A young girl was on the cover, forced to work long hours in a factory before she’d even entered puberty. Mary imagined what her life would have been like had she been born during that time. Maybe she would have gotten married when she wasn’t much older than this girl to a man she barely knew, no one caring what she actually wanted, her future already planned and assumed. No escape.
Nate appeared in the doorway, signaling that he’d only be a minute longer. A lie, but she nodded anyway. Mary ran her hand over the girl’s solemn face and sighed.