trusted friend.
Not because I was running away.
Because for the first time in years, every decision I made belonged completely to me.
By the time my flight landed in Paris, Mark had already posted a dozen photos from Maui.
In one picture, Lorraine stood beside an infinity pool holding champagne.
The caption said:
“Family is everything.”
I almost admired the audacity.
Then Elena sent me the full spreadsheet.
The numbers were worse than I expected.
For eleven months, Mark had been funneling money from our joint accounts into Northstar
