I turned my silver wedding band around my thumb and kept my eyes on the column of numbers.

“He says it was office maintenance,” I said.

“And a charity donation.”

Sarah made a small sound in her throat and set down the highlighter.

“He built a paper wall, Nora, but paper burns easily.” She pulled the private investigator’s photos from the folder and fanned them out.

She didn’t look at me when she said it.

Julian and Chloe, hand in hand outside the Grand Hyatt, a date stamp in the corner.

“These help,” Sarah said.