Then his voice softened again.
“Okay.”
I recognized the tactic.
“Okay. I messed up. But we’re married. We can fix this.”
“We’re getting divorced.”
“No.”
It came out immediately.
Almost angry.
“You’re emotional.”
“Daniel.”
“I mean—you just had a baby. We shouldn’t make permanent decisions.”
“You made several permanent decisions while I was pregnant.”
He breathed heavily into the phone.
Then he said:
“What about the money?”
I closed my eyes.
There it was.
Finally.
The honest question.
“What money?”
“Don’t do that.”