For the first time in years, I slept in a house where I was not waiting for Mark’s car to pull into the driveway.

The technician Mark claimed had inspected our gas line never existed.

The company name on the digital invoice he had shown me confirmed the account number belonged to a completely different customer in another city.

It was an edited PDF.

The second revelation came that night.

PART 6

The following morning, I took Lily to meet a child advocacy specialist named Ms.

Moreno at a family services center.