I stared at the number for a long time.

Trevor used to spend more than that on parking at a restaurant.

But seventy-five dollars earned by repairing somebody else’s sink meant more to me than the extravagant birthday bouquets he used to send when he wanted something.

Kristen’s fraud investigation brought a different kind of grief.

I learned that Trevor had not simply been fooled by a clever spouse.

He had cooperated, sometimes eagerly, when her schemes promised to preserve his status.