Adrian stared at the screen.
Then answered.
“Hello?”
Celeste’s voice came through so loudly I could hear her from across the room.
“Adrian!”
She was hysterical.
“The wire was rejected!”
He gripped the phone.
“What?”
“The two-million-dollar transfer.”
“It didn’t clear.”
Adrian looked at me.
Celeste continued:
“The accounts are frozen.”
“What are you talking about?”
“There are investigators at the office.”
Her voice cracked.
“They have a subpoena.”
Adrian sank slowly onto the sofa.
“No.”
“Your wife filed a fraud alert hours ago.”
Celeste sounded close to panic.
“They have the trust documents.”
“They know the collateral filings don’t match the original ownership records.”
“The police are here, Adrian.”
His phone slipped from his hand.
Hit the hardwood floor.
He stared at me.
And for the first time in three years—
I think he actually saw me.
Not the quiet wife.
Not the person he assumed would sign anything he placed in front of her.
