He took out a thick blue folder and laid it in the middle of the wooden table.

“These are Camila’s business account statements from April through September,” Ethan said, his voice steady.

“Every monthly loan payment of three hundred eighty dollars was taken directly from her account.”

Linda leaned forward, her chest pressing against the edge of the table.

“Where did you get those documents, Ethan?” Linda asked.

“I printed them from our joint records three weeks ago,” Ethan said.

“And these are the direct deposit records from my warehouse job showing my pay going straight into our new account.”