I thought about Eleanor working late at the market to balance our own tight margins.

I thought about the fake contractor invoices for roof repairs sitting in Mark’s glossy folder.

He brought us grocery store hydrangeas while he lived on a seventy-foot yacht.

“He let you believe you were feeding and clothing your granddaughter,” Carl said.

“In reality, you were paying his luxury mooring fees and entertaining his guests.”

I picked up the first document in the stack.

It was the original state copy of Laura’s life insurance payout.