The next morning, after April left for school, I went to make our bed. Jake came to the doorway and leaned against the frame as he took a sip of coffee. "I can't do it," he said. I finished smoothing out the comforter and then took a seat on the bed. "Are you talking about her or the car?" He took another sip. "Her. But I gave you my word; I would help her get a used car." I was disappointed. "I see." “Yesterday, you made...