He looked down.

“I didn’t want you worrying about finances before the baby came.”

My heart started pounding.

“What finances?”

He hesitated.

“Nick, show me the statement.”

Eventually, he opened a banking app on his phone.

The outstanding balance was $2,700.

I stared at it.

I’d never seen that account before.

“Whose credit card is this?”

“Mine.”

“When did you open it?”

“Earlier this year.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He stared at the floor.

I asked to see the transactions.

There were restaurant bills, gas purchases, and ordinary expenses he’d previously claimed to pay from his checking account.

“Why are you charging groceries and gas to a hidden credit card?”

He took a deep breath.

“Because I spent the money from checking.”

“On what?”

Nobody moved.

Then he whispered two words.

“Sports betting.”

I felt as though the air had left the room.

“Since when?”

“Spring.”