Her eyes flashed.

“Maybe if you’d been home more, I wouldn’t have had to fix everything myself.”

There it was.

The turn.

When the lie is too big to defend, blame the person who found it.

I’d been traveling more that year. Indianapolis, Pittsburgh, Chicago—sometimes two nights, sometimes four.

My company had expanded, and I’d taken extra assignments because Claire wanted the kitchen remodeled, wanted the upstairs guest room turned into a home office, wanted a new SUV before winter.