By the time my husband graduated from medical school I had spent eight years paying for it. On the lawn afterward his mother took the flowers out of my hands, he pushed an envelope into them, and I opened it standing in front of eighty people.

Eight years of transfers. Every rent payment, every tuition gap payment, every exam fee, dated, from my accounts.

I was cleared in the September. Fully, in writing, on the basis that I had reported my own income accurately every year and had no obligation to report on the contents of another adult’s aid application.

Teo was not cleared. He was not expelled either; the finding was that his applications contained inaccuracies he had a duty to correct. He had to repay a portion, his residency start was delayed by a term, and there is a note in a file somewhere that will be there for a long time.

One more thing came out of the records, in the July.

Rosanne had known about her husband’s use of that education fund since two years before I ever paid a dollar of Teo’s tuition.

There is an email. She wrote it to Pruitt in the second year of my marriage, and it is four lines long, and in it she asks him whether “the girl’s income” would create a problem with the aid.