“He looked and sounded just like the man I married in Nevada.”

“He locked you out on that concrete porch yesterday with your maternity clothes in black trash bags,” Sarah said sharply.

“He explained the four-thousand-dollar withdrawal,” I said.

“He said it was just to pay off a corporate auditor who was holding up his bonus.”

“Did he show you one actual piece of paper from that auditor?” Sarah asked.

“No,” I said, pressing my right hand flat to my breastbone again.

“But he sounded so calm, Sarah.