had physically entered the house.”
“So you lied.”
“Yes.”
The simplicity of the answer hurt more than an excuse would have.
“And the bank account?”
“That money isn’t gone.”
“Where is it?”
“I moved most of it into an account Lily can access through a trust.”
I stood so quickly the mattress shifted.
“You did what?”
“You’re the trustee.”
“I don’t have access to any trust.”
“You do. The documents haven’t been delivered yet.”
“Why?”
“Because if this became a financial investigation, I didn’t want our savings tangled up in my business records.”
“You could have told me!”
“I know.”
“You could have told me any of this!”
“I know.”
“You made me think you were trying to leave us with nothing!”
His voice broke.
“I know.”
Silence filled the line.
I pressed a hand over my eyes.
Tears came then.
Not because I forgave him.
I didn’t.
Not because
