“I didn’t touch those slips, Julian,” I said.

My fingers drifted to my left hand, touching my thin gold wedding band through my coat pocket.

“I didn’t take a dime from Leo.”

“You’re hoarding cash because you’re planning to file,” he said, nodding slowly as if he had solved a puzzle.

“You think if you steal his college fund and stash it in a private account, you can starve me out of the business.”

“You put forty-five thousand from the company into his trust last week,” I said.