He didn’t look at me while he filled the glass bottle.

“Why didn’t you mention it on the fourth of February when you made the transfer?”

“I didn’t think I needed your written permission to run my own firm.”

He placed the bottle on the counter and screwed the cap back on tight.

“I want to see the invoice for the equipment,” I said.

Daniel stopped tightening the cap.

“Are you auditing me, Claire?”

“I am asking for a receipt for twelve thousand dollars that left our joint account.”