So I looked carefully.
The next morning, Austin asked why our tax folder was out of place.
For the first time in my marriage, I prepared for the possibility that it was already over. I opened an account he could not touch. I copied every financial document with my name on it. I packed a bag and left it in my trunk.
The next morning, Austin asked why our tax folder was out of place.
I told him I needed an insurance number.
He watched me for one beat too long.
But I already had the screenshots.
That evening, the family tablet was gone from the kitchen counter.
He had hidden it.
But I already had the screenshots.
After that, I moved every financial paper out of the bedroom. Two days later, Kathryn visited and went upstairs anyway. At dinner she was unusually quiet. For once, the woman who always seemed to know too much had found nothing.
