My husband set his phone down sharply and said, “From now on, your money is yours, and mine is mine. And please don’t use my money to help your parents anymore.”

like a man preparing to restore order to a situation he still believed he controlled.

“I think everyone has let this situation go too far,” he announced.

For a moment, I almost admired his confidence.

He still thought this was about hurt feelings.

He still believed an apology and renewed access to my income could make everything return to normal.

“I agree,” I said.

Patricia released a dramatic sigh.

“Good.”

“So I completed the audit.”

The room immediately went quiet.

Daniel frowned.

“What audit?”

I placed four envelopes on the