"Listen, Elliot. Even if you spout all those wild exaggerations about me out there, I would never become someone like that." Avery lay down on the bed, then said, "At the very least, I'm never knitting a sweater again."

"They don't know you. I just wanted them to know that you didn't climb any ladders to get to me." Elliot wrote down all of his passwords on the piece of paper, then handed it over to her. "For your perusal, Honey."

Avery accepted his reasoning.

She picked up the piece of paper, went through it in detail, then noticed something that stood out.

"Is the 'AT' at the beginning of your social media password my initials?"

"That's right. The pin to my credit card is Layla's birthday," he said. "The two of you are the most important women in my life."

Avery's cheeks flushed. Then, she asked, "Are your sons not important?"

"Not relatively as important." Elliot sat by the bed, then added, "You and Layla are much more thoughtful. Our sons just get angry at me all the time."