I turned over the originals.

I walked investigators through the ledgers I had photographed on my knees beside that bed, translating the auditor’s shorthand into language a jury could follow, and I discovered that the years I’d spent on unglamorous corporate books had prepared me, without my ever knowing it, for exactly this.

There is a bitter symmetry in it that I have never fully gotten over.

The career Julian used to gently condescend to — the unglamorous auditor, the woman who read spreadsheets while he closed deals — turned out to be the one thing in our marriage he could not out-maneuver.