Then she whispered:
“Oh no.”
That was when I knew.
Margaret knew.
Both of them knew.
I stood slowly.
“How long?”
Nathan looked at the floor.
“How long have you been paying for that apartment?”
He said nothing.
I stepped closer.
“How long, Nathan?”
“A year.”
“A year?”
“It isn’t what you think.”
I laughed.
“You don’t even know what I think.”
He looked terrified.
“You’re misunderstanding.”
“Then explain it.”
He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
I held up another document.
“And what’s this?”
His eyes followed my hand.
It was a transfer confirmation.
A large one.
Made three months earlier.
From our joint account.
To a company I’d never heard of.
Nathan’s face changed.
Margaret stepped forward.
“Sofia, you need to calm down.”
I turned toward her.
“No.”
My voice was quiet.
“I’m done calming down.”
She stopped.
I looked at both of them.
