“People suspected something.

That’s not the same as knowing your wife would attempt anything criminal.

And that doesn’t make her actions your responsibility.”

She spread three pages on the bedside table.

One was a draft power of attorney that I had never seen.

Another assigned Octavio a consulting fee tied to a land development.

The third listed Valerie as the beneficiary of a modest trust while directing control of my drilling company to Leticia.

“My signature isn’t on these,” I said.