After meeting Hannah, I went home and checked our finances.
Daniel had always handled most of the accounts. I trusted him. Marriage is supposed to be built on trust, and grief had made me too tired to question anything.
But now I searched.
And I found it.
A deposit.
Large.
Hidden behind transfers and accounts I did not recognize.
The date was three days after Grace died.
Three days.
Before we had even buried her, money had been moved.
I sat at the kitchen table staring at the screen until Daniel walked in.
He stopped when he saw my face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I turned the laptop toward him.
His eyes dropped to the screen.
All the color drained from his face.
And in that silence, before he said a single word, I knew.
Everything was true.
