Chapter 6 — The Folder

Seventeen transfers.

Eighty-six thousand, four hundred dollars, moved out of our joint account, in careful increments, into a limited liability company controlled by his mother.

That was the part I could almost have forgiven, if forgiveness had still been on the table — money is only money.

It was the next part that changed everything.

Rowan had taken an electronic copy of my signature and used it to guarantee a loan.

Two hundred and forty thousand dollars, personally guaranteed in my name, to prop up Priscilla’s failing luxury-events company.