“I don’t know exactly what Lukas has been doing with your money.”

My grip tightened.

“But last night Ingrid said that by the time you figured it out, it would be too late to protect yourself.”

I stared at the five-thousand-dollar transfer in my notebook.

Sophia continued.

“If you’re going to confront him, check your accounts first.”

In that moment, I stopped thinking like a wife whose marriage had just broken apart.

I started thinking like the financial administrator Lukas had spent ten years underestimating.

PART 2 — SOPHIA

Sophia agreed to meet me that afternoon.