The door creaked open, and my wife stood there, her expression unreadable. « Can we talk? » I asked, trying to sound more curious than accusatory.
« About what? » she replied, her voice calm but distant.
« This, » I said, holding up the statement. « The charges to Green Path Consulting. I don’t recognize them. »
She looked at the paper, then back at me, her eyes steady. « It’s nothing to worry about, » she said, turning away.
I followed her into the room, the light dimmer here, casting long shadows across the bed. « Nothing to worry about? » I echoed, trying to keep my tone neutral. « It’s a lot of money, and I just want to understand what’s going on. »
She sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. « It’s for a project, » she said finally. « A personal thing I’m working on. »
« A personal thing? » I repeated, trying to hide my surprise. « Why didn’t you tell me? »
« Because it’s not finished yet, » she replied, her voice edged with frustration. « I didn’t want to explain until I knew it was going somewhere. »
I nodded, mulling over her words. « Can you at least tell me what kind of project? »
Her silence was answer enough. I realized I wasn’t going to get more out of her today. But I wasn’t ready to let it go either.
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