“Colleen just set dinner out on the kitchen island, Val,” he said.

“We spent ninety-five dollars on international calls yesterday, and I’m not letting a little bedroom tantrum wreck our evening.

We’ll talk in the morning once everybody’s had a good night’s sleep.”

“Did you go into my home office today?” I asked.

“I needed a new notepad,” he said smoothly.

“That office belongs to both of us, Valerie.

Now go back to your engineering project and let me handle our daughter.”

He hung up before I could ask why Sadie had told me about two gray metal filing boxes sitting next to my desk.