My husband walked into our home with his secretary and the newborn twins he had secretly fathered. His mother calmly handed me an $80

“No.”

The accountant turned the screen toward me.

The payments were labeled executive wellness consulting.

Twenty-four thousand dollars.

Then thirty-one thousand.

Then forty-eight thousand.

I stared at the numbers.

“Subpoena everything.”

Claire nodded.

“We will need a court order.”“Get it.”

At four, Adrian called.

I answered.

His voice sounded different.

Not angry.

Afraid.

“Naomi.”

“What?”

“Bianca is gone.”

I stood.

“What do you mean?”

“She left the house.”

“With the twins?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know.”

I closed my eyes.

“Did you call her?”

“She blocked me.”

“What did you find?”

Silence.

“Adrian.”

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