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

“He sounds like a man reading off a script.”

“He always has.”

“Then write that down as well.” He tapped the pad again.

“Not the opinion.

The pattern.”

I logged eleven messages.

My handwriting shrank with each one.

On the ninth, Julian said, “You know I’d never sign anything without your okay.” I stopped the playback.