“Mara, you were never an employee of the company.”
“I didn’t say I was.”
“You didn’t invest in it.”
“I did.”
Frank’s eyes narrowed.
“When?”
I looked at him.
“Two years into the marriage, when the company’s primary supplier demanded immediate payment and the bank refused to extend the line of credit.”
Andrew’s expression changed.
I could see the memory arriving slowly.
The old office.
The unpaid invoices.
The week he had slept on the sofa because he was afraid to tell me the company might close.
“You told me your parents helped,” he said.
“They did not.”
Ruth straightened.
“That’s an outrageous statement.”
“It isn’t a statement of opinion.”
I removed a bank record from my folder.
“It’s a statement supported by the transfer receipt.”
Andrew stared at the page.
“I used forty-eight thousand dollars from my savings to cover the supplier payment.”
