The missing money was the second secret.

I hadn’t forgotten the family bank account, and when Sadie was resting I began sorting records.

I had handled bookkeeping for a small architectural firm for years; numbers were familiar ground.

Curtis knew that, which was probably why he’d made our finances so difficult to see.

Statements showed monthly transfers to an account I didn’t recognize.

Some were labeled consulting.

Others carried the initials H.B.G.