“It’s just a temporary push,” he said.

“Once I sign a new client, we can go back to normal.

We’re a team, Claire.”

I looked at his hand covering mine.

The twelve thousand five hundred dollars that vanished from our joint account in February was not an advance deposit for heavy business survey equipment.

He had sent that money straight to Melissa for the Golden house.

Now he wanted me to give up my weekends to refill the accounts he was actively draining.

I was paying down a home equity loan that he was quietly treating as his personal exit fund.