“Cole, why is North Ridge showing up on our joint household statement?” I asked.

Cole’s jaw clenched as he looked at the open page in my hand.

“You have no business digging through corporate transaction sheets,” he said.

“This statement came to our home mailbox, Cole, and it took four hundred ten thousand dollars out of our joint trust.”

“That trust backs the development group’s liquidity line,” he said, moving closer to the island.

“I don’t answer to an audit in my own kitchen.”