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“The invoice went through Emily’s joint account.”
During my daughter’s baby shower, I walked in to find her on her hands and knees scrubbing spilled wine off the rug.
Brandon’s face tightened.
I continued, voice calm. “The same account you emptied last Tuesday for a ‘consulting fee’ paid to your mother’s company.”
Patricia’s smile twitched.
A man near the bar lowered his drink.
Brandon laughed too loudly. “That’s business. You wouldn’t understand.”
