certain you want to proceed?”
“Yes.”
“Even with the wedding?”
“Especially because of the wedding.”
He sighed.
“All right. Let’s go through the list.”
The list was surprisingly long.
The house.
The family spending account.
The credit cards I had authorized.
The utility accounts I had been paying.
The insurance premiums.
The property taxes.
The maintenance contract.
The landscaping.
The housekeeper.
The family phone plan.
The storage unit.
The car insurance.
The emergency medical account.
Even the subscription services they had somehow managed to put on my cards.
I had
