“Amy,” Brad said, turning his head toward me for the first time since we’d sat down.

His voice wasn’t smooth anymore.

It was tight and thin.

“We were married four years.

You can’t do this over a hunting spot.”

“You put my grandfather’s land in danger for twelve thousand dollars,” I said, my hands folded tight on Patricia’s desk.

“You let four men climb dangerous wooden stands along my timberline while you pocketed the cash and left me carrying all the legal liability if somebody broke his neck.”

“I was going to give you half,” Brad said.