Plenty

When I got home, Sloan’s car was gone.

Harrison was at work.

The house was quiet.

I spread twelve months of statements across the dining table.

I found a yellow highlighter.

At first, I marked only the obvious purchases.

Then patterns appeared.

Almost every large expense came shortly after Harrison’s payday.

There would be a normal grocery purchase.

Gas.

Then a designer store.

A spa.

A restaurant.

A transfer.