took a screenshot.
Another message arrived.
“I don’t want this turning into some huge drama.”
I saved that too, along with the hotel receipt and jewelry charge.
Then I created a folder on my laptop.
CHRISTMAS PHOTOS.
Minutes later, Margaret knocked and found me staring at the evidence.
“Have you decided what you’re going to do?”
I shook my head.
I hadn’t.
But I was finished being the only person in my marriage who didn’t know what was happening.
Margaret studied the statements, then quietly told me not to empty
