“I counted the receipts in your bank export,” Sarah said, drawing a sheet of computer paper from her legal folder.

“Thirty-six transfers.

One hundred eight thousand dollars exactly.”

“A hundred and eight thousand dollars,” I said again.

“Every cent of that went toward paying down the mortgage on a house that belongs to Brent,” Sarah said.

The air in the office felt tight and cold around me.

“Is Brent’s name on the mortgage loan itself?” I asked.

“No,” Sarah said.