those accounts. Reinvestments stayed inside the same structure.”
Nathan reread the supporting papers, growing increasingly silent. At last he laid them down.
“Claire.”
“Yes?”
“Your husband thinks you depend on him, doesn’t he?”
My silence answered. His slow smile wasn’t affectionate; it belonged to a lawyer who’d discovered his opponent didn’t understand the game. I thought of how Aaron had considered me fortunate to bear his surname, how Margaret treated me as a decorative addition, and how his sister claimed our marriage had “changed my life.” At every company gathering
