*Alice*
I stood with the folder in my hand for the longest time. I wasn’t even sure if I moved. But after a long time, I was aware that my legs were carrying me back to my room.
Once there, I placed the folder down on the coffee table. And after a few deep breaths, I opened the folder again. Richard’s picture glared up at me. But more than his face staring up at me, were the instructions written above the extensive profile:.
“Richard Connors: Designated removal.”
I turned the page with the picture over, and found a detailed list of my husband’s life. The crimes. The gambling. The betrayals.
He had stolen so much of my money. The paper trails were so clear, everything was there. It had been more than I had ever been able to connect to him. These records showed that even purchases that
