They told us to preserve records, protect our personal accounts, and avoid destroying property or draining joint funds.
By afternoon, Daniel called me.
“Mom.”
His voice sounded strange.
“What?”
“I checked the account Jenna and I used for wedding money.”
Several transfers had gone from their shared savings into Jenna’s private account.
Eight hundred.
Twelve hundred.
Nine hundred.
Two thousand.
Over a few months, nearly $9,000.
“Could they be normal expenses?” I asked.
“Maybe.”
But he already knew they weren’t.
Then I found hotel charges on a credit card Mark and I shared.
Three of them.
The latest one was from the hotel where I’d followed him.
Daniel said, “So Dad was paying for rooms with your money.”
“Our money.”
“Mom.”
“I know.”
That afternoon, Mark called.
“What are you doing for dinner?”
I stared at the kitchen wall.
“Not sure.”
“Want me to pick something up?”
“No. Daniel might stop by.”
