Sometimes I knew the numbers weren’t right, but I told myself it was timing.”

“Did you know they used my signature?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

“I knew there were consent forms.

I didn’t ask how they were obtained.”

That wasn’t a confession to every allegation, and I didn’t treat it as one.

But for the first time he had stopped insisting that my questions were proof I didn’t understand business.

“Why are you telling me this now?” I asked.