“The statements are available to our attorneys.

I’m not pretending it doesn’t exist.”

“Double standard,” he snapped.

“I have not emptied an account we told our daughter was for college to take a vacation.”

He stared at the page, then dropped it onto the counter.

He had opened one of my desk drawers without asking.

I told him not to do that again and began moving my sensitive records to secure storage.

The next day, I met Elena Cho at the public library.