Sloane Hayes Kept Track of Every Dollar Before Her Husband Ever Signed the Apex Account

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” he said, “and I owe you a real apology.”

I wrapped both hands around the coffee cup and studied his face.

He had shaved close.

His tie, when he straightened it, was a plain navy, no sheen.

A man dressing for a jury, my father would have said.

“Keep going,” I said.

“I want to hand back the keys to the house.

Clean.