No one knew we were there.
Not Mark.
Not Jenna.
At the
dining table, Daniel opened his laptop.
I told him everything I had found.
The hotel.
The jewelry.
The apartment searches.
His expression became darker with each detail.
“He’s leaving you.”
“Maybe.”
“For her.”
“Maybe.”
Daniel stared at the wall.
“Does she know?”
“Know what?”
“That Dad doesn’t have the money she thinks he has.”
I frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
Daniel looked at me.
“Dad’s company isn’t doing well.”
“What?”
“He told me six months ago.”
“Mark never said anything.”
“He made me promise not to worry you.”
Of course he did.
“How bad?”
“I don’t know. He said they lost two major clients.”
I sat back.
The situation shifted again.
“What else did he tell you?”
“Nothing.”
“Think.”
Daniel rubbed his face.
“He asked me once if Jenna cared much about money.”
My stomach tightened.
“When?”
“Before the wedding.”
“Exactly when?”
“Maybe two weeks before.”
“What did you
say?”
“I laughed. I thought he was joking.”
“What did he say?”
Daniel’s eyes slowly widened as the memory returned.
“He said, ‘Women like security.’”
Neither of us spoke.
I opened Mark’s financial folder.
We began going through statements.
Checking accounts looked normal.
Savings had less than I expected.
Retirement seemed untouched.
Then I found something.
A transfer.
$18,000.
Two months earlier.
To an account I didn’t recognize.
Another transfer.
$12,000.
Then $25,000.
“That’s fifty-five thousand dollars,” Daniel said.
“I can count.”
“Where did it go?”
“I don’t know.”
Three transfers.
Three months.
Almost exactly the duration of Daniel’s marriage.
My skin prickled.
Daniel leaned back.
“Do you think he’s paying her?”
“I don’t know.”
“Or giving her money?”
“I don’t know.”
He stood.
