I left the hospital carrying my daughter’s ashes when my husband finally called from wherever he was with his mistress and coldly said, “The bill has been taken care of. Stop bothering me.” I didn’t argue with him. I didn’t allow him to hear my voice break.
I forwarded the complete forensic audit directly to his personal email address without adding any explanatory text.
Brendan called my phone ten minutes later.
“Nora, did you send this to me?” Brendan asked, his voice shaking.
“Yes,” I replied calmly.
His breathing became visibly uneven over the line.
“I approved those payments.