When Mark and I bought this house, he had insisted that both our names go on the deed, promising my design studio would launch as soon as he hit his corporate account goals.

Instead, he had quietly drained twelve thousand dollars from our joint account over the last six months.

How much of our joint money in total had Mark secretly moved out of our accounts while I was working retail shifts?

I put the blue vinyl binder into my canvas tote bag along with our old tax folders and bank statements.

Suddenly a pair of bright yellow headlights swept across the kitchen window, lighting up the cabinets and the sink.

I got up off the floor and pulled the blinds back half an inch.