“It’s not what you think,” he said.
She let out a dry little laugh.
Every caught man seemed to have memorized that exact line.
Joshua went back to the guest room without so much as an apology, and Gretchen lay awake until dawn, going back over every small thing she’d waved away for the past year — his push to settle fast, his refusal to hire property appraisers, the offhand way he’d kept saying that going through the bank statements would only stress her out.
Chapter 4 — The Gray Folder
At six that morning she called her supervisor and canceled her shift.
She waited for Joshua to leave for St.
Paul, then walked into his home office.
On the desk sat the thick gray folder with their divorce agreement inside.
She held its numbers up against their old tax returns, year by year — and found that two investment accounts were missing from the settlement entirely.