each account held a little more than $180,000.
Lauren stared at the number.
“I never had an account like that.”
Paige closed her eyes.
“Yes, you did.”
She slid several printed pages from her purse.
“I printed what Rebecca gave me.”
Lauren picked them up.
Her mother’s signature appeared repeatedly.
Transfers.
Withdrawals.
Liquidations.
One after another.
Lauren whispered:
“What did she do?”
Paige’s voice was barely audible.
“She emptied yours.”
I felt something cold move through me.
“Where did the money go?”
Paige began crying.
“That’s the worst part.”
