They never do.

That is the mercy and the cruelty of them both: a spreadsheet cannot love you, and so it cannot lie to you either.

Chapter 8 — Nolan

I called an old colleague.

Nolan Weaver, a forensic accountant I’d worked beside on three internal fraud cases, a man who found joy in a reconciled ledger the way other people find it in music.

I asked him to look at my household records against the public corporate filings I already had.