Arthur turned the pocket watch over in his palm, rubbing the smooth gold case with his thumb.

“She took forty thousand dollars out of your high school college trust two years before that,” he said.

“I told her it was wrong, Sarah.

I told her at the kitchen table.”

“But you signed the transfer line.”

“She said a son’s credit score follows him into every corporate office in New York,” he said.

“When did you agree to tell me you were stuck in traffic?”

Arthur closed his pocket watch with a quiet snap.