She slid a different paper across the table.

A tax return with Marcus’s company name at the top.

He had donated thirty-five thousand dollars to the Elysian Fields Foundation in the same year.

“You didn’t know,” she said.

I thought about Marcus at the hospital, straightening his coat.

Ask yourself who paid for those documentary grants you were so proud of.

“The foundation was a pass-through,” Elena said.

“He funded you so he could threaten to pull the money.”