Margit Sava prices what other people are afraid to look at. For fifteen years she has valued failing buildings and dissolving marriages, finding the true number under the story people want to believe - the exit cost, the hidden capacity, the distance between what a life claims and what it actually spends.
Then a cold-case detective calls about an old appraisal, and Margit takes a job on a derelict lakeside bathhouse restored, stone by stone, by a conservationist named Tomas Reisner and his brother Mun, who sorts screws by feel and counts stairs he can trust. She marries into their quiet, careful house. And in a cold basement at two in the morning, she starts building an exhibit against her own husband.
But an audit is only as honest as the person handing you the evidence. And Margit, who values every exit for a living, has never once priced her own.
A taut, slow-burn thriller about money, marriage, and the terrible arithmetic of who gets to leave - and at what price.