at Genevieve.
“To an account overseas.”
Genevieve’s expression changed.
I stared at her.
“Yours?”
She said nothing.
Benjamin stepped between us.
“Mom, it wasn’t just her.”
I felt a chill move through me.
“What does that mean?”
Benjamin looked at me.
“It was both of us.”
My heart sank.
“What was?”
“The account.”
I stared at my son.
“You and Genevieve?”
He nodded.
“For what?”
He swallowed.
“To buy the townhouse.”
I looked at him.
The townhouse.
The same townhouse where he had planned a dinner without me.
The same
