“The two of you decided for three years while I paid one hundred forty-two thousand dollars toward your personal debts.”

Eleanor gave a sharp laugh that turned into a cough.

“You think you can march in here with that cropped head and dictate terms to my son?” Eleanor asked.

“A wife who respects her home doesn’t strip her husband of his dignity.”

“Last night you told me a wife belongs at home,” I said, looking straight at Daniel.

“This isn’t my home anymore.”

“What on earth are you talking about?” Daniel asked.