“You’re acting like a paranoid auditor,” he said.

“This constant suspicion is destroying the trust in our marriage.”

He turned his back to me and opened his door.

“Get in the car,” he said.

The brass bedside lamp cast a yellow circle on the floorboards of our bedroom.

I sat on the edge of the mattress while Daniel moved around the master bathroom.

I was still wearing the gold necklace he had given me.

The chain settled into the hollow of my collarbone.