“He broke a dinner plate in the sink,” Sarah said.

“He’s escalating.”

“I know he is,” I said.

Sarah reached over and turned the key in the ignition.

The old engine coughed twice and settled into a rough idle.

The heater fan rattled behind the dash.

“You only have to play the obedient wife for three more days,” Sarah said.

“Go in, apologize, find the file and get out.”