He took a short step forward, his shoulders sagging as tears filled his eyes.

“I made a terrible mistake,” Seth said, his voice cracking as he wiped his face with his coat sleeve.

“I thought with my forty-five-dollar overtime rate I could handle the house lease and keep my family going, but I ruined everything between us.”

“You forged my consent on a secret house lease,” I said.

“You took twelve thousand dollars out of our joint savings and wrote a resignation letter to end my career at Oak Street Dental.”

“I’m putting my truck up for sale,” Seth said quickly, stepping closer.