He settled against his chair.
“That I can work with.”
I produced a folder containing financial statements, the deed, premarital investment records, our agreement, and three years of carefully dated documents. Nathan leafed through them.
“You came prepared.”
“I’ve had a lot of sleepless nights.”
He looked up without judgment, and I was grateful. As he reached the last divider, I stopped his hand.
“There’s something else.”
“What?”
“My grandfather left me a minority stake in a private investment company before I married Aaron.”
His pen froze again, more noticeably.
