She hesitated.
Then she sat.
I walked back to the kitchen table and opened my laptop.
I didn’t yell.
I didn’t cry.
Not anymore.
I had done enough of both.
Now I wanted answers.
I pulled up our joint bank account.
“I want to go through everything.”
Nathan rubbed his hands together.
“Sofia, we don’t have to do this tonight.”
“Yes.”
“We’re all exhausted.”
“I’ve been exhausted for eighteen months.”
He looked down.
I started scrolling.
January.
February.
March.
At first, the transactions looked ordinary.
Mortgage.
Electricity.
Groceries.
Insurance.
Gas.
Then I started noticing the transfers.
$400.
$700.
$500.
$1,200.
$300.
They were always going to the same personal account.
Nathan’s account.
I looked at him.
“What were these?”
“Bills.”
“What bills?”
“Mine.”
I stared at him.
“Your bills?”
He nodded.
I almost laughed.
“You told me you were contributing to the household.”
“I was.”
“No.”
I pointed at the screen.
