A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

died.

“He was keeping track of every time we argued,” I said, the realization settling like cold water in my chest.

“He wrote down the dates so he could use them if we ever went to court.”

“He did the same to me,” Stacey said, her voice trembling.

“He has a folder on his office computer labeled tax records, but it is full of screenshots continue reading …