Yet he had been sending money somewhere I knew nothing about.
I called him.
“Tony, I need you to come home early.”
“I can’t, Jen. I’ve got a meeting.”
“Then I’ll come to your office.”
There was a pause.
“Why?”
“Because we need to discuss the pediatric clinic.”
Silence.
Then he answered.
“I’ll be home at five.”
He arrived at 4:47.
I’d spread the receipts and transaction records across the dining table.
Tony looked at them and stopped.
“Jennifer…”
“Please explain.”
He pulled out a chair.
“I’m helping a family.”
“With children’s medical bills?”
“They’ve been going through a difficult time.”
“And the consulting payments?”
He looked away.
“I didn’t want you asking questions.”
I stared at him.
“So you decided to hide them?”
He sighed.
“I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You could have told me the truth.”
He leaned forward.
