He had lied about the mortgage.
He had told Eleanor we might sell the house.
And he had kept a folder of documents hidden in the hall cabinet.
I opened my banking app.
Joint checking.
I rarely looked closely because household expenses were predictable.
Mortgage.
Utilities.
Groceries.
Insurance.
Nothing alarming.
Then I opened joint savings.
My breath caught.
The balance was wrong.
Not catastrophically wrong.
But wrong.
Six months earlier, there had been almost $62,000 in that account.
Now there was $31,480.
I stared at the number.
I searched transactions.
Transfer.
$5,000.
Transfer.
$7,500.
Transfer.
$4,000.
Several smaller withdrawals.
All moved to an account ending in 7719.
I didn’t recognize it.
The transfers were spaced out over months.
Easy to miss if you weren’t looking.
I felt Eleanor watching me.
“What is it?”
“Thirty thousand dollars is missing from our savings.”
She sat down slowly.
“What?”
“I didn’t move it.”
Her face tightened.
