Household expenses third.
Within an hour, I understood why the refrigerator was empty.
Mia had attached herself to nearly every account in the house.
Thousands spent on handbags.
Jewelry.
Luxury skincare.
Weekend trips.
Designer shoes.
Private events.
Premium subscriptions.
Food delivery.
Not for the house.
For herself.
And Brent.
Always Brent.
The total made me stare at the screen.
Nearly ninety thousand dollars.
In eight months.
I sat back.
Not angry anymore.
Just disappointed.
Then I remembered the livestream.
The recording.
I opened my phone.
And watched.
Mia sat in
