He looked at Travis, then at me.

“Julia,” he said, “I think it’s time we found out exactly where your money’s been going.”

Chapter 5 — Where the Money Went

At Dad’s house, Ruby fell asleep almost the moment her head hit the pillow. I didn’t sleep at all.

I sat at his dining-room table with my laptop open, a cup of coffee going cold beside me, and eleven months of bank statements spread across the surface.

At first the transactions looked like chaos — cash withdrawals, transfers, casino charges, online shopping, payments to credit cards I didn’t recognize.

Then Denise Harper arrived.