“Daniel wouldn’t—”
I looked at her.
She stopped.
We both knew how weak the sentence sounded.
I clicked transaction details.
The receiving institution was listed.
A small business bank.
I had never heard of it.
Then another detail appeared.
Transfer memo: DCR Consulting Holdings.
DCR.
Daniel Christopher Reed.
My husband.
I felt suddenly calm.
Too calm.
I took a screenshot.
Then another.
I downloaded six months of statements.
Eleanor covered her mouth.
“He told me the business was doing well.”
I looked at her.
“Apparently not.”
She shook her head.
“No. You don’t understand.”
“What?”
“He said he was going to repay me after the sale.”
My chest tightened.
“What sale?”
She stared at me.
I saw immediately that she regretted saying it.
“What sale, Eleanor?”
Her hands trembled.
“I don’t know.”
“You just said ‘the sale.’”
“He didn’t explain.”
“Try.”
She stood.
“I need to sit down.”
