His Sleep Talk Named His Goomah,So I Took Everything

Three in the morning, and my husband was talking in his sleep: "Be good for Daddy, baby. Tomorrow I'll buy you and Mommy a new house."

I was wide awake in an instant. We'd always used protection. What baby?

I shook him. "What did you just say?"

He rolled over, voice thick with sleep. "Bad dream. Client chasing a debt."

I said nothing. In the dark, with the bedroom curtains filtering a pale stripe of streetlight across the floor, I found his phone on the nightstand beside his holstered .32. I slid the screen open and pulled up his PayPal.