Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

her desk as I walked in.

“Did you go to the bank?” she asked.

“He took thirty thousand dollars,” I said, sitting in the leather chair opposite her. “He moved it at six forty-five this morning.”

Sarah shook her head, her pen tapping against her yellow notepad.

“He was prepared,” she said. “We should have frozen the accounts yesterday, Miriam.”

“I did not continue reading …