“Just looking for the auto insurance statement,” he said.

The auto insurance statement was in a physical folder in the filing cabinet in the living room, where it had always been, and we both knew it, and he knew that I knew it.

It sat between us in the room, that little lie, too small to fight about and too clear to ignore.

I did not start a fight.

I have never been a person who fights when she can act instead.

Two days later, without a word to him, I changed every online password, every PIN, every security question across every account I held.