“It was due on the first, and David promised me his wire would clear by four o’clock today.”

“He was paying your rent with money from fake loans in my name,” I said.

“He told me he traveled for regional consulting work every Tuesday and Thursday!” Brenda said, her voice climbing to a sharp squeak.

“He said we were buying a townhouse in West Allis!”

“He was using the both of us,” I said.

“He’s my husband!” Brenda shouted, reaching for the sleeves of my coat.

“We’ve been married eight years!”