He spent the first night home pacing across our bedroom, listing everything he believed I had done to embarrass him.

“You invited half the neighborhood into my house.”

“Seven students and two supervised volunteers,” I corrected.

“And they were gone by six.”

“You made me look like a thief in front of my own child.”

“You told her where the money went, Gavin.

She heard you.”

He sat at the edge of the bed.