“Then how—”
“You should probably be more concerned about the question than the method.”
He studied me, plainly surprised. He must have anticipated tears or shouting, perhaps a breakdown he could patiently manage. Instead, I sat opposite a yellow legal pad and transactions arranged in date order. That did not mean I felt nothing. Rage, nausea, humiliation, and trembling hands had accompanied me all afternoon; I had even dropped a spoon twice. But my pain did not entitle Daniel to watch every moment of it.
He took a seat. “It
