The total at the bottom read one thousand eight hundred dollars and forty cents, paid in full.

It had been charged straight to the primary corporate account of Holloway Real Estate Development.

I sat back on my heels on the garage floor for ten seconds, holding the paper right under the car’s dome light.

Grant hadn’t given me jewelry since our fifth wedding anniversary four years ago, when he bought me a gold locket I still kept in my dresser drawer.

I pressed my right thumb firmly against the inside of my left wrist and counted six quick beats of my pulse, my eyes locked on the store’s name.