My Husband Told Our Daughter to Keep Her Clinic Visits Hidden From Our Bank Account

“I know,” I said quietly.

Claire took a red pen and circled the phone number Richard had put on the intake card.

“Do you know this number?” she asked.

I leaned in and read the numbers.

“Hannah told me about it,” I said.

“She said Richard gave her a second number to use in case the clinic staff called.”

“It’s a prepaid burner,” Claire said.

“He listed a fake insurance policy to buy thirty days of quiet.