“The financial records are worse.”
She opened the binder.
Credit card statements.
Wire transfers.
Hotel receipts.
Luxury purchases.
Apartment payments.
Vacation expenses.
All paid through accounts connected to Daniel.
My stomach remained calm.
The shock had already happened at the wedding.
Now there was only clarity.
“How much?”
Margaret turned a page.
“Approximately six hundred and eighty thousand dollars.”
I stared at her.
