Every Friday at 6 p.m. my daughter called me without fail, and the one week my phone stayed silent I drove to her house and heard a sound from upstairs that turned our quiet Tennessee life into something I still can’t fully talk about

she died.”

Kevin opened his mouth, then closed it.

“You searched online for information about insurance payouts three weeks before your wife died,” Carol said. “Why?”

“I’m a financial adviser,” Kevin said. “Clients ask about those things. I was researching for them.”

“Name one client you advised about life insurance that month,” Carol said.

Kevin stared continue reading …