nowhere.”
“No. It finally went somewhere.”
“I’m done.”
After a silence, Aaron asked softly, “What do you want?”
I stopped folding.
“What?”
“Money?”
“If this is about the prenup, we can negotiate. If you feel the agreement was unfair, I can have Mark look at it. If you want the Marblehead place formally confirmed as separate property, fine. If you want more liquidity immediately, fine. But blowing up our marriage publicly—”
The more he spoke of terms and payments, the more absurd it seemed. My husband approached every disagreement as
