Approximately $117,000.
That was the debt.
And the $40,000 from the secret account wasn’t another debt.
It was money Nathan had moved through that account over time.
Money from our household.
Money that had helped keep his other debts alive.
I looked at him.
“You knew.”
“I knew it was bad.”
“You knew it was this bad.”
“I was scared.”
I shook my head.
“You weren’t scared enough to stop.”
He looked down.
That silence told me everything.
Then I found something else.
A spreadsheet.
I opened it.
It contained columns.
Credit card.
Loan.
Monthly payment.
Due date.
Interest rate.
Then I saw a column labeled:
Expected Income.
I scrolled down.
There were numbers beside it.
His mother’s money.
Possible tax refund.
Side work.
Then I saw my name.
Sofia — promotion increase.
I stopped.
Below it was a number.
His estimate of my new monthly income.
I looked at Nathan.
