Chapter 7

The earliest one was from last June.

The third week after Thomas was hospitalized with a stroke.

I had been at the hospital the whole time, staying by his side, barely sleeping for three days straight.

David said work was busy and told me to get some rest.

So that was what he was busy with.

"There's more." Grace turned the page.

It was David's bank records.

"He's got a secret account. Guess how much is in it?"

"How much?"

"Three hundred thousand dollars."

My hand shook.

Three hundred thousand.

Our joint account only had one hundred forty thousand.

He'd…