I checked the dates.
My stomach tightened.
I knew where I had been on those dates.
I had been working.
I opened another statement.
More purchases.
Then another.
More.
Thousands of dollars.
I looked toward the staircase.
Nathan had told me his credit cards were almost empty.
He had told me we needed to be careful.
He had told me the promotion would help us “finally breathe.”
But someone had been spending money.
A lot of it.
And the card was connected to my account.
I kept scrolling.
Then I saw one transaction that made me stop breathing.
It wasn’t Nathan’s name.
It wasn’t mine.
It was a payment to an account I didn’t recognize.
The same account had received several transfers over the previous year.
Small at first.
Then larger.
I wrote down the account information.
My hands went cold.
I didn’t know what it meant.
