“He accounts for every gallon of oil and every replacement belt, because that’s how honest people run a farm.”

Mark looked at the spiral notebook, then at the thick stack of bank printouts in my hand.

“I matched every single card entry from your locked desk box to these bank statements,” I said.

“You kept every paper receipt tucked away in a metal box while telling me our joint checking account had three hundred dollars left in it.”

“Nora, marriage takes a reasonable amount of flexibility when it comes to family obligations,” Mark said, his tone turning sharp.

“I stepped up to take care of my mother and sister when they needed help.”