Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea
I leaned forward, carefully adjusting my glasses on the bridge of my nose.
“I found a second bank statement in the trash yesterday with your name listed on the joint line next to Daniel’s.”
Evelyn blinked once, her smile staying perfectly still on her face.
“A joint corporate account for escrow funds?”
“The statement had this home address printed across the top,” I said.
Evelyn turned her head toward Daniel and gave him a quick look of mild professional pity before turning back to me.
“Every land acquisition fund for the valley project uses the local branch office address on North Main Street, Margaret.