His breathing was slow and completely relaxed.

“The new spreadsheet makes everything very clear,” I said.

“I told you we’d figure it out together,” he said.

He kissed the top of my head.

I kept my face completely neutral, making sure my voice held no edge of suspicion or anger.

I played along with his performance because I needed him to believe I was completely calmed down.

Every word about a fresh start and a trip to Santa Fe was a calculated script to keep me quiet while he finalized his exit.