“We should look at flights to New Mexico this weekend,” I said.

“I’ll check the airline schedules tomorrow morning,” he said.

I touched my silver bracelet again in the quiet room.

He had a Friday deadline for his asset disclosure in Golden.

He was sitting in my grandmother’s house, holding me in his arms, while funneling our shared money to his ex-wife.

I stared at the phone in his sweatpants pocket.

The dark fabric hid the evidence of a closing date he thought I would never see.

If I confronted him now, he would brush off the text as a misunderstanding and lock down his remaining accounts.