He set the umbrella in the corner sink and unbuttoned his wool overcoat.

He didn’t look at Caroline as he walked to the table and picked up the water bill.

“The bank refused my withdrawal this afternoon, Grant,” Caroline said, standing by the counter with her arms folded across her chest.

Grant set the paper back down beside the others without looking up.

“I restructured our personal accounts this morning.

It makes no sense to run shared credit lines while we’re making new housing arrangements.”

“You closed the diner tab as well,” she said, her tone level and unhurried.