For one second, he looked relieved to see me.
That hurt worse than if he had looked cold.
I walked past him into the room and put the envelope on the table between us.
“I was going to call you,” he said.
“You handed me divorce papers at graduation.”
“I panicked.”
“Well, it sure seems like you planned this ahead.”
He swallowed.
“Daniel told me about the complaint,” I said. “Start there.”
The complaint was real.
Marcus dragged a hand over his face.
One of his relatives had used an old education account in his name years earlier during the worst of his family’s financial collapse. Money had moved through it in ways that made the records look wrong.
His aid applications had also become inaccurate once we were married and I was supporting him.
He had known for weeks that someone might start asking questions.
“I thought if I put distance between us on paper, maybe the questions would stop with me,” he said.
