His expression hardened.

“I helped you survive for twenty-five years.”

“No, Gordon.

You were married to me for twenty-five years.

Those are not the same thing.”

He left the folder on the porch and walked away.

Inside was a handwritten list of everything he believed I owed him, including money for vacations I had never wanted and dinner parties I had spent preparing and cleaning up.

I gave it to Sarah without answering.