forgotten who I was before I married Mark.
Before diapers and casseroles, I was a fraud investigator for a private banking firm. I knew how money moved. I knew how lies sounded. I knew arrogant thieves almost always destroyed themselves with receipts.
So I looked at Vivian’s hand on my purse.
Then at Mark.
“Go,” I said.
Vivian blinked. “What?”
“Go to Hawaii.continue reading …