That sentence seemed to destroy whatever was left of his confidence.
Then he reached into his pocket.
“I have something.”
He handed me a folded piece of paper.
I opened it.
It was a debt statement.
I read the balance.
Then read it again.
The number was higher than the amount he’d admitted downstairs.
Much higher.
I looked at him.
“This isn’t eighty thousand.”
“No.”
“How much?”
He swallowed.
“About one hundred and seventeen.”
My heart sank.
“One hundred and seventeen thousand dollars?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s everything?”
He hesitated.
“No.”
I stared at him.
“What else?”
He whispered:
“There are two accounts I haven’t shown you.”
I felt cold.
“What accounts?”
“One is an old credit card.”
“And the other?”
He looked away.
“An account I opened after we got married.”
My voice became quiet.
“What was it for?”
Nathan didn’t answer.
I stepped closer.
