“You know as well as I do that we both put everything we had into this place six years ago.

But you’re working part-time retail shifts now, Claire.

You can’t afford the property taxes, let alone the heating bill coming up this winter.”

“The down payment came from my grandmother,” I said.

Mark shifted his weight onto his back heel, his eyes darting toward the garage door.

“We pooled our resources when we got married.

That’s how marriage works.”

“Two weeks ago you told me we had no cash left,” I said.