The Wrong Photo Arrived From Manhattan on Christmas Eve While My Twins Were Crying
“Did you look at the budget numbers?” I asked.
“I looked at every line from September through December,” Richard said, pointing a trimmed finger at the printout of Cole’s handwritten notes.
“Cole recorded a sixteen-thousand-dollar monthly cut to your household allowance.”
“He told me the firm was facing budget cuts,” I said.
“Whitmore Capital had its best quarter ever in November,” Richard said, his voice carrying the cold weight of a court ruling.
“The money wasn’t kept by the firm.”