He laughed bitterly.
“And what are you going to do? Call a lawyer? Go to the police? Tell everyone your husband made a bad investment?”
“I’ve already spoken to an attorney. And I’ve arranged a meeting with the bank’s fraud department.”
His expression changed.
Only slightly, but I saw it.
For the first time that evening, he looked genuinely uncertain.
Nancy grabbed her bag.
“We need to go.”
Alex didn’t move.
“No. We’re not leaving until I understand what you did.”
She turned to him.
“Alex, please. Not here.”
“Where, then? In our kitchen, after you’ve had another opportunity to prepare your story?”
She flinched.
Sean picked up his suitcase.
“This conversation is over.”
I stood between him and the door.
“No. You wanted us to agree to a week that would supposedly change our lives. I think we should begin by being honest about what you actually planned.”
