I looked at Claire.
“I didn’t.”
She immediately reached for her phone.
“You need to call the bank.
Right now.”
The next twenty minutes passed in a blur.
The bank confirmed that someone had attempted to withdraw more money from the joint account early that morning.
Fortunately, the account balance was already too low for the transaction to go through.
Brandon knew we had discovered something.
And he was panicking.
Then another message arrived.
You’re making a huge mistake.
A minute later:
Come home so we can discuss this like adulTS.
I stared at the words.
The same man who had struck my mother.
The same man who had demanded that I choose between my family and my marriage.
The same man who had secretly taken nearly one hundred seventy thousand dollars.
Now he wanted to “discuss things like adulTS.”
For the first time since leaving the apartment, I felt something stronger than pain.
