“I told you,” I said quietly. “I really believed him.”
He sat beside me. “Ella, I am not angry at you.”
“You should be.”
“I am angry enough already. I don’t need to waste any of it on the wrong person.”
Rebecca tapped her pen against the notebook once. “Anything else jointly held?”
“A small checking account. Wedding gifts will probably go there. Maybe a few utilities. Nothing major.”
“Prenuptial agreement?”
I looked down.
“No.”
My father’s shoulders stiffened.
Rebecca noticed. “Jonathan.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to.”
I swallowed. “Mom told me not to make money the center of my life. I thought if I hid it, I’d know whether someone loved me for me.”
For a while, neither of them spoke.
