“He was hiding a whole life from me,” I said.

Sarah reached out and touched my wrist, but her fingers were cool and distant.

“Look, Paul is gone, the mortgage is four months behind, and the realtor called twice this week about listing the house.

You need to sign before the pipes freeze, not chase after some girl in a school picture.”

“I’m not selling this house until I know where our money went,” I said.

“You don’t have the cash to go hiring detectives,” Sarah said.