“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

“No, Ms. Cole. This is an audit.”

I finally spoke.

“Would you like page eighty-three?”

Daniel froze.

I lifted the diary toward the camera.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I already did.”

Evelyn submitted the scanned page.

Daniel had written:

Once Claire’s trust votes the merger through, I’ll move Vanessa’s contract into the integration budget. Nobody will notice.

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