Vesna’s first instruction was the opposite of everything my hurt wanted. Say nothing.

Change nothing.

Let him believe the marriage is fine right up until the papers are served, and in the meantime bring me every statement you can find. It went against my whole nature, which wanted the confrontation, wanted him to know that I knew.

But I had decided to do this with my head first and my heart second, so I swallowed the urge and gathered paper instead, and it was the smartest thing I have ever done.

She had gone through the money with a mechanical pencil and a legal pad, and near the end she had tapped one line and said, “This one.

Twenty-five thousand, wired out two months ago, no matching purchase, no paper on it.