Grant had changed the password on our joint online banking on Wednesday night, thinking he’d completely blocked my view of our family accounts.

But he’d forgotten about the paper carbon wire receipts filed at the back of the bottom drawer.

Using my old audit methods, I cross-checked the routing numbers printed along the bottom edge of each carbon copy.

The first slip was stamped August fourteenth and recorded a direct wire transfer of twenty-seven thousand dollars out of our joint emergency savings account.

The second slip was stamped September twenty-second and recorded an outgoing wire of thirty thousand dollars.