“Fair.”
That took some of the force out of me.
“Fair?”
“Yes. That’s fair.”
I heard papers rustle on her end.
“I’ll email you what I have. Flight details. Lease records. Screenshots. Messages Melanie showed me before she cut me off. Some financial information, though not enough.”
“How did you get my email?”
“Lucas gave it to Melanie.”
I closed my eyes.
Of course he had.
Not because he wanted us to speak. Because he had probably shown Melanie carefully selected messages from me, curated proof of the wife he had invented.
“Send it,” I said.
“And Anne?”
“What?”
“Check your joint account again.”
My eyes opened.
“Why?”
“Because the wire request Lucas scheduled might already be pending.”
I ended the call without saying goodbye and ran back to the study.
The banking site asked me to log in again.
My fingers were less steady now.
Password.
Security code.
