The memo line right below it read: *Contract Buyout Fee.*

“What’s this four-hundred-dollar charge?” I asked, holding the phone up to his face.

Seth glanced at the screen, then rubbed the back of his neck and looked off toward his red pickup truck parked in the next row.

“Heather’s daycare required a four-hundred-dollar buyout fee to break her three-child contract early,” Seth said.

“She didn’t have the cash.”

“So you took four hundred dollars out of our joint wedding savings to pay her daycare penalty?” I asked.

“It was a temporary transfer,” Seth said, in that overly relaxed voice I now recognized as his cover for lying.