I went to UConn instead of Boston College, because it was cheaper. I worked twenty hours a week at a coffee shop. I studied accounting. Then I got my CPA license, and then my certification in forensic accounting. I learned how to follow money through companies and bank accounts and charities. I learned how people hide things.
People lie. Numbers just sit there and wait.
I didn’t know it then, but I was training for the most important job of my life.
Paige got married the first time when she was twenty-six. It was a huge wedding at a country club. Two hundred and fifty guests. A string quartet. Mom walked her down the aisle, because Dad had a bad back that month and Mom said it would be “so modern.”
She cried the whole time.
Paige got divorced two years later. Then she married again at thirty, to a dentist named Graham. Even bigger wedding. Mom walked her again.
