“I know.”
Her voice remained calm.
“I kept hoping you’d stop.”
“Did you know it was Tessa?”
“Not immediately.”
“When?”
“Four months before Owen was born.”
“How?”
“A transfer.”
“Her name wasn’t on—”
“The payment went to a property management company.
I traced the unit.”
Because I suddenly remembered what Corinne had been like when we first met.
Sharp.
Patient.
Impossible to bluff.
I had fallen in love with that mind.
“Why did you keep collecting evidence?”
“Because once I realized you were moving personal expenses through entities tied to the company, I didn’t know how much financial exposure we had.”
“It wasn’t that much.”
Her face tightened.
“There.”
“What?”
“That.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You still hear the amount and not the act.”
She slid one document toward me.
My travel dates on the left.
Her medical appointments on the right.
The columns ran parallel down the page.
