His eyes turned glassy, but he blinked the emotion away.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“You already lost the version of me who stayed quiet to keep peace.”
He nodded slowly.
“I understand.”
“I hope you do.”
That evening, Logan returned to the house alone.
Chelsea was in the kitchen, surrounded by unopened mail.
The three envelopes sat on the island.
She had arranged them in a row, as if order might make their contents less frightening.
“What did he say?” she asked.
Logan removed his jacket.
“He said the agreements were legal.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
“He said he won’t discuss the account balance.”
Chelsea pressed her lips together.
“So he admitted there’s an account.”
“Of course there’s an account.
He had investments.”
“Not like this.”
Logan looked at the papers.
“How do you know?”
“Because the bank officer called me this afternoon.”
