Not a dollar had made it to the mortgage company.

I stared at the zero sitting in the additional principal column.

I looked back at the Christmas photo.

Kendra smiled out at me from the shiny paper.

She’d lied about the mortgage.

The steakhouse dinner wasn’t a one-time thing.

I locked my phone and set it on the metal shelf.

At twenty-one hundred hours I went back to the comms office.