“You took the silver spare key out of my desk back in June,” I said.

I drew the shiny silver key out of my pocket and laid it flat on the nightstand next to Vanessa’s hand.

Vanessa stared down at the key for three seconds before she looked up at me again.

“I deserve a life where I don’t have to look at the price tag first,” she said.

“You pulled four hundred dollars out of the business account on Tuesday,” I said.

“That money was both of ours,” she said.