The whole arrangement had depended on my willingness not to total my own generosity.

The day I totaled it was the day it ended, and some part of me had always known that, which was precisely why I had gone three years without reaching for the calculator.

Chapter 11 — The Same Friday

On Thursday night Marcus held the printed pages flat while I laid the credit card statement beside them and matched each Friday to its charges, and near the bottom of one page I stopped.

The shoes, he said, leaning in.