“My Social Security number is the only master identity on the bank audit,” I said.

“You logged into my online portal eleven months ago and added secondary users without my knowledge.”

Mark stepped closer to the side of the pickup, his shadow falling across the wooden crates stacked in the truck bed.

“We had an unwritten understanding about managing household expenses,” Mark said.

“I handled the big-picture credit accounts while you handled the local farm checks and weekly groceries.”

“An unwritten understanding doesn’t cover eighteen thousand seven hundred thirty-one dollars in unauthorized charges,” I said.