“I’m going to put it somewhere special where I can see it every day,” I told her.

Heather took a sealed white envelope out of her purse and pushed it across the table toward my coffee mug.

“This is four hundred dollars for the daycare buyout fee Seth took from your joint wedding account,” Heather said.

“Keep it,” I said, sliding the envelope right back across the polished wood.

“First National Bank cleared the twelve-thousand-dollar transfer yesterday, and the church treasurer handed me the four-thousand-dollar venue refund herself.”

“Are you seeing Seth today?” Heather asked softly, holding her phone on the table.