He Read His Mistress’s Love Letter at My Dinner Table. Then I Asked Him to Read the Bank Transfers.

silent.

I spoke for him.

“January twelfth.”

“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars transferred from the Ashford Crown Property Restoration Fund to Citrine Creative Holdings.”

Lila’s hand left the table.

“February third.”

“One hundred and eighty thousand dollars.”

“March eighteenth.”

“Four hundred and twenty thousand dollars.”

“April twenty-ninth.”

“Six hundred continue reading …