The next morning, I called in sick again. It wasn't a lie. I felt terrible. Not physically, but deep in my bones, the kind of tired that comes from realizing the life you've been living is not the life you thought it was. But I didn't have time to wallow. I had work to do.
I started with Grayson's finances. We had a joint account for household expenses, one that I had opened because it made things easier. I checked the balance, which was lower than I expected, and started going through the transactions. At first, nothing looked out of the ordinary. Groceries, utilities, the mortgage payment. But as I scrolled further back, I saw a pattern. Small transfers, two hundred here, three hundred there, going to an account I didn't recognize. They started six months ago and they had continued ever
