Because I did notice it.

I want to be honest about that.

I was not oblivious; I was not a fool who missed the signals.

Some watchful, accurate part of me registered, in that half-second, that my husband’s face had changed at the mention of my money in a way that a trustworthy husband’s face would not, and that watchful part filed the observation away, and sounded, faintly, an alarm.

And I overrode it.