I took my phone out of my apron pocket, snapped a clear photo of the policy rider and the cancellation clause, and slid the paper back under the agendas just as the bathroom door clicked open.

“What are you looking for over there?” Julian asked, setting his razor on the nightstand.

“I was putting the laundry away,” I said, closing the lid of the wicker hamper.

Julian zipped the garment bag shut with one hard pull.

“I spoke with our health insurance rep this afternoon.”

“About what?” I asked.

“Your health insurance policy,” Julian said.

“The foundation board is reviewing all spousal coverage riders to consolidate costs before the quarterly audit.”