“This has nothing to do with my job,” I said.

“You bring home thirty-two thousand dollars a year,” he said, his voice tightening as he pointed at the spreadsheets.

“Our family policy has a seven-thousand-dollar deductible.

If I approved every follow-up scan an ER resident threw into a chart, we’d be paying eight hundred dollars out of pocket every single month.”

“Grace was in terrible pain this morning, Daniel.”

“Grace has been complaining about little aches since volleyball tryouts started,” he said, getting up from the table.

He followed me into the living room, smoothing the front of his dress shirt with both hands.