pale. I continued, “It was charged to the joint Visa.”
Rachel looked at him. “You said you paid for this weekend.”
“I did.”
“With your card?”
He hesitated.
“No.”
“Claire.”
“Your signature is on the temporary financial agreement, Daniel.”
Rachel frowned. “What agreement?”
“Personal expenses come from personal accounts.”
Daniel protested, “It was a mistake.”
“Maybe.”
Rachel grew quieter. “When did you book the room?”
Daniel said nothing. She looked to me. I remembered Melissa’s warning against turning proceedings into a spectacle. But this was a specific question with a
