Ashley
A flicker of confusion crossed my face. "Your bank?"
"Yes. They were concerned about a series of large withdrawals from our joint account." He watched me carefully, searching for signs of something. "Three withdrawals in those past months. Totaling nearly fifty thousand dollars."
My eyes widened. " Zach, I don't understand what you’re trying—"
"Please," he interrupted, raising a hand. "Let me finish."
I fell silent, a slight tremble visible in my shoulders.
"At first, I thought there had been some mistake," he continued, pushing away from the table to pace the room. "Or perhaps someone had gained access to our accounts. But no—the transfers were authorized. With your signature, Ashley.”
"Your stepmother visited the week when I returned from California," he said, the pieces of
