Just routine, Em. Legal language. You know I handle this stuff.
And I had signed.
Because I trusted him.
Because marriage had felt like one body moving through life together.
Because I never imagined the hand holding mine could also be guiding me toward a cliff.
Vanessa sank onto the bottom stair. “Daniel…”
He looked at her sharply, but she no longer seemed afraid of him. Only sickened.
Mr. Meyers placed the papers back in the case. “We need a forensic accountant immediately.”
Daniel laughed bitterly. “Of course you do.”
I turned to him. “Did you take money from me?”
His eyes rose to mine.
For one suspended second, I thought he might tell the truth.
Instead he said, “I kept us afloat.”
“No,” I whispered. “I did that.”
His jaw tightened.
“I worked,” I said. “I sold my mother’s bracelet. I went without. I told the children no when I wanted to give them everything. And you let me believe we were barely surviving while you had access to money my mother left for me?”
