“I did want to give you a nice getaway,” Mark said, stepping toward her.

“And everything was handled fine until Nora decided to cut off the card at twelve o’clock today.”

“Nora didn’t cut off your card,” Ruth said.

“Nora cut off her card.”

Mark rubbed the back of his neck again, his mouth opening and closing before he found his next excuse.

“The account had both our names on the cards,” Mark said, turning back to me.

“That makes it a shared family resource no matter who opened the original application.”