It started small, the way these things do, small enough that I could tell myself I was imagining it.

First I caught him looking over my shoulder while I checked my accounts on my phone, a little too interested, a little too casual about it.

Then I noticed him hovering near me whenever I swiped my card at the grocery store, watching my hands.

And then, one night, I walked into our home office and found my husband sitting at my laptop with my online banking portal pulled up on the screen.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He slammed the browser tab shut, too fast.