The color left his face.
It happened so fast he couldn’t hide it.
“How do you know about that?”
“It’s my account too.”
He looked toward the stairs.
“Did my mother tell you?”
“She told me she gave you forty thousand dollars.”
His eyes closed briefly.
Not shame.
Calculation.
When he opened them, he looked tired.
“You went through our finances because of one bad night?”
“One bad night?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No. I don’t.”
He dropped the folder onto the entry table.
Fine. You want to know? The consulting business hit trouble.”
“What kind?”
“Cash flow.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you would have done exactly this.”
“What?”
“Looked at me like I’m incompetent.”
“I’m looking at you like you lied to me.”
“That’s different.”
“Is it?”
He walked toward the living room.
“I was fixing it.”
“With my savings?”
