The Freedom Fund: A Wife’s Secret Savings, A Marriage’s Public Collapse

it as guilt about spending.

“See?” he said, scrolling. “This is simple. It connects to accounts. We just log in.”

Accounts.

Plural.

I kept my smile in place. “Sure.”

He glanced at me. “You look nervous.”

I laughed. “I just hate apps. You know me.”

He chuckled. “You hate anything with numbers.”

I stared at him.

He said it like it was a joke.

Like it wasn’t a continue reading …