The front of the check showed a refund of fourteen hundred dollars made out jointly to Seth and me.

I flipped the copy over to look at the endorsement on the back.

Stamped across the top endorsement box was a single signature in Seth’s handwriting, in dark black ink.

Below his name was a deposit stamp for a personal checking account at a different credit union, an account my name had never been on.

He had used the single-name florist release form he signed at eleven thirty to get around my consent and deposit our joint wedding refund straight into his private account.

I looked down at the copy of the check in my hands, his lone signature written clearly on the back.