receipt Vanessa gave you is fake.”
I leaned against the railing.
“How fake?”
“The boutique exists. The dress exists. But that dress didn’t cost ten thousand dollars.”
My stomach tightened.
“How much?”
“Twenty-eight hundred.”
I closed my eyes.
Ethan continued.
“She edited the receipt.”
“So the ten thousand—”
“Was invented.”
I stared across Daniel’s backyard.
There was more.
I could hear it in Ethan’s voice.
“What else?”
“Marcus checked the transfers you sent us.”
I waited.
“Derek transferred Vanessa ten thousand dollars last night.”
I opened my eyes.
“When?”
“Twenty-three
