Two hundred and eighty thousand dollars taken directly from the joint household reserve account.”

Cole’s thumbs stopped moving on his platinum cuff links.

“That was an internal capital reallocation for an upcoming deal,” Cole said, his voice dropping lower.

“It was a transfer to an unlisted shell company,” my father replied.

“Made exactly three days before you removed Lauren’s name from the main household bank profile.”

My father carried two heavy blue canvas diaper bags out into the carpeted hallway while I unplugged the bottle warmer from the kitchen counter.

Cole stepped into the narrow gap between the marble island and the kitchen doorway, blocking my way.