In a Hartford Courtroom, Grant Wanted the House Until a Little Purple Toy Started Playing
“It’s a remarkably fair offer, Emily, considering you have no corporate income of your own at the moment,” Margaret said.
I pressed my thumb firmly to the inside of my wrist, weighing the sixty thousand dollars against the numbers in my audit notebook.
The amount Grant was offering was less than a quarter of the eighty-two thousand dollars already sent from our joint account to Apex Consulting.
He was offering me a sliver of our stolen emergency savings and dressing it up as personal generosity.
Beyond that, Grant’s smooth voice at the Panera table was the same voice saved on the purple plastic toy phone.
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