“Clara, look at me.”

“He ran up ninety-six thousand dollars in total debt under my maiden name,” I said.

“He used my good credit to pay restitution to his old company so he wouldn’t go to prison for stealing.”

“We’re driving over to Mom’s house right now,” Sarah said.

“No,” I said.

“On Sunday morning he told Mom I was having paranoid hormone episodes.”

“Then come straight back to my apartment,” Sarah said.