At exactly 11:47 on Christmas Eve, my husband accidentally sent me a photograph of himself in a hotel bed with his mistress while I was home alone caring for our two feverish babies.

accounts.”

I hadn’t known Cole could access the children’s accounts.

Mr. Harris seemed to recognize my shock.

“Lauren?”

“Keep going.”

“Any standing authority allowing him to request information, approve transfers, or act as household representative has been suspended pending review.”

My grip tightened.

“Did he use those authorities?”

“We’ll determine that during the audit.”

The prospect of an audit overwhelmed me.

“Don’t speculate tonight.”

“I won’t.”

“Do you have somewhere safe to go?”

“Yes.”

That wasn’t entirely true.

There were possible destinations.

My parents’ house in Connecticut.

Grandmother’s residence.

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