“You’re overthinking,” he said.

“Get some sleep.”

I turned my silver wedding band around my thumb under the blanket.

His back was a long shadow in the dark.

The passcode light blinked once more against the ceiling.

At eight in the morning Julian was eating toast standing up and explaining, in the voice he used for clients, why four thousand two hundred dollars had left our joint checking account.

“It’s a corporate legal retainer,” he said.