Lumber and material invoices for the cabin.
Texts with local builders.
Furniture receipts.
Overdue private-school tuition bills.
And a notarized document proving her own grandmother had given her seventy-five thousand dollars for the down payment on the marital home.
But one crucial piece was still missing.
That money had first passed through an account in Weston’s name alone — an account now closed, whose historic records the bank would not release without a court order.
Harlan picked up the copy of the property deed and pointed to the down-payment line.
“It says here the down payment was one hundred and fifteen thousand.”
“Seventy-five thousand came from my grandmother’s estate,” Harriet said.
“Weston told me the other forty thousand came from our joint savings.”
Chapter 10 — It Didn’t Come from Your Savings
Blythe went white.
“It didn’t come from your savings.”