“I know how family court wears a person down.”

Michael looked at the brown coffee stains on page three of the budget report.

“The numbers will be perfect,” Michael said.

“They’d better be,” Carla said.

“If you’re not all the way present for this audit, they’ll find a logistics coordinator who is.”

She hung up.

Michael stood in the kitchen listening to the refrigerator hum.

He picked his pen up off the counter.