My Pregnant Daughter Was Found at a Freezing Bus Stop—Her Husband Had No Idea What I Used to Do for a Living

“I know.”

“Do you?”

I looked through the glass toward the closed unit doors.

“I know,” I said again, more quietly.

He asked whether I had any reason, beyond Julian’s position and my anger, to believe there were financial issues involving the firm.

There was a reason.

It was not proof.

Months earlier, Hannah had asked me to look at a document Julian wanted her to sign.