His anger had been a currency between us, and I had stopped accepting it.

A man discovers something important about himself in the moment his fury stops working, and I could hear that discovery landing on Camden, over the phone, in real time.

Chapter 12 — I Handle Assets

For years Camden had told anyone who would listen that he owned our home.

He hosted clients in the great room and let them assume.

He posed beside the stone fireplace for a photograph in a regional business magazine, arms crossed, the caption naming him a self-made man.

Once, early on, a contractor doing work on the kitchen had referred to me, correctly, as the homeowner, and Camden had corrected him in front of me without a flicker of embarrassment.