“The line was drawn after approval.”

“All of it?”

“Yes.”

She showed me the disbursement record.

Seventy-five thousand dollars had gone into an account ending in 448, identified in the paperwork as Greg’s business account.

I placed both hands on the desk because otherwise I would have folded them tightly enough to hurt.

He had not been waiting for my birthday to take my security.

He had started weeks earlier.