We can work out a longer payment schedule between ourselves.”

I looked at him for five seconds, taking in the exact shade of the charcoal suit he had picked for our vow renewal in the garden of the colonial five years earlier.

“The judge has issued her order, Grant,” I said.

“I’m not going to push for extra criminal charges on my own, but I won’t change the court’s restitution order.”

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hand drifting toward his tie knot before dropping back to his side.