He’d discovered several transfers from their shared savings into Jenna’s private account.

Eight hundred.

Twelve hundred.

Nine hundred.

Two thousand.

Nearly $9,000 over several months.

“Could they be normal expenses?” I asked.

“Maybe.”

But he sounded doubtful.

Meanwhile, I discovered three hotel charges on a credit card Mark and I shared.

The latest 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.”

Later 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.”

Mark paused.

“Everything okay with him?”

“I think he’s having some marriage problems.”

Another pause.

“Oh?”

“Apparently.”

“What’s going on?”

“He hasn’t told me everything yet.”

Mark cleared his throat.

“Young marriages can be hard.”

I gripped the counter.