“She handles filings you have no legal training to understand.”

“She said our property was being put into someone else’s name,” I said.

“I’m the one who manages this family’s assets,” Patrick said.

He walked past me to the kitchen counter, where my brown leather purse sat.

He unzipped the main compartment and took out my ring binder wallet.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

He flipped open the leather flap and slid my blue Visa card out of its clear plastic sleeve.

“You were a penniless orphan when I met you, Serena, so don’t question the way I handle our money,” Patrick said.