Ryan had spent years making my memory feel less trustworthy than his confidence.
My preparation had started with something ordinary.
Eleven months earlier, Ryan said we needed to postpone repairing a leaking section of our roof because a major client had paid late and cash flow was temporarily tight.
That same week, I found a restaurant receipt in a suit jacket he had asked me to send to the cleaners.
Dinner for two.
$386.
At a luxury hotel.
Then another receipt appeared.
Then another.
Instead of obsessing over individual charges,
