“Four hundred thousand dollars,” I said, holding out the printed filing.

“You moved forty-five thousand dollars from our joint savings into Arthur’s LLC two days after he recorded the default notice.”

Greg did not look down at the paper.

He lifted the dumpster lid, dropped the trash bag inside, and pulled his house keys from his coat pocket.

“We grew apart, Claire,” he said, staring past my left shoulder at the brick wall behind me.

“People reach a point in life where they want a fresh start.