By the time Jordan saw Karli again the next afternoon, she had contacted every single creditor she and Evan had accounts with. After she had finished the last phone call, she felt like someone had dropped her from an airplane with no parachute.
“It’s bad, Jordan,” she murmured as they sat at the kitchen table unwrapping the sub sandwiches he’d brought. “The only things he kept paid on time were the utilities and the car payment. Everything else – the house, credit cards, the school loans - is at least a month behind. All the stuff that I wouldn’t notice right away.”
“What about the bank account?” Jordan asked.
“I downloaded statements going back a year, but I haven’t looked at them yet. And to be honest, I’m not sure I want to.”
She put her head in her hands.
“What this means is, I ca
