I stared at the pages.
“Why do you have documents with my husband’s signature?”
Emily swallowed.
“After Daniel died, I came across something I was never supposed to find.”
I looked at her in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
She pointed toward one of the statements.
“Daniel had been moving money into an account you didn’t know existed. But the account wasn’t actually registered under his name.”
My fingers tightened around the papers.
Daniel and I had shared almost everything during our marriage.
At least, that was what I’d always believed.
“Whose account was it?”
Emily didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, she lowered her gaze.
“That’s part of what I’ve been hiding from you.”
I felt anger rising inside me.
“Emily, you’ve been my best friend for thirty-seven years. If you know something about my husband, I deserve to hear it.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
