been hiding money.” Marriagecounseling services
Another pause.
“How much?”
“I don’t know yet.”
I studied the stack.
“But enough that I’m afraid to guess.”
Margaret shifted into professional focus without losing her compassion.
“Don’t move anything. Don’t confront him.”
“Photograph what you can. Do not access accounts that aren’t legally yours.”
“And Sarah?”
“Yes?”
“If you’re thinking of divorcing him, say that clearly now.”
I glanced toward Lily’s bedroom.
“I’m divorcing him.”
It was my first decision since burying my daughter.
Unlike everything else that week, saying it didn’t hurt.
Chapter 3: The locked drawer
The following morning, Margaret introduced forensic accountant Nathan Bell.
Nathan was sixty-two, gentle-spoken, and resembled a beloved grandfather.
He wore reading glasses on a cord and carried a worn leather briefcase that looked older than David’s entire office.
For two hours, he questioned me.
Did I recognize Mariner Ridge Holdings?
No.
Had I approved foreign
