He Married a Forensic Accountant and Decided Fraud Was a Good Hobby. He Forgot Who My Father Was

The two of me worked side by side.

The wife wept, some nights, quietly, after Felix was down.

The accountant kept building the file with steady hands.

And in the end it was the accountant who saved the wife, because when the day came to stand in that living room, I did not have to rely on my memory of his cruelty or my feelings about it — feelings a good lawyer can always make a court doubt.

I had it in his own words, timestamped, in a folder.