I took a picture before I touched anything.
I still do not know why.
Maybe some part of me understood before the rest of me did that I needed to stop treating what was happening as a marital argument and start remembering exactly what he was doing.
That evening, I learned that the household account I had used for groceries, utilities, preschool tuition, and nearly every ordinary expense had been restricted.
My debit card declined at a gas station.
I tried the banking app in the parking lot.
My access no longer worked.
I called David again.
He did not answer.
At 9:17 that night, he finally sent a text.
We’ll discuss finances when you’re ready to be reasonable.
The next morning, photographs appeared online of David at dinner with the woman I had been told not to worry about.
He was smiling.
She had her hand on his arm.
