My trembling fingers wrapped around the heavy steel flash drive resting deep inside my apron pocket. Across the long dining table, David’s loud laughter slowly faded into a hollow, uneasy choke as he registered the icy stillness in my posture. Eleanor smoothed her expensive silk blouse, smugly returning to her wine glass, completely convinced she had put her submissive daughter-in-law back in her place.
The silence in the grand dining room grew so dense you could hear the soft ticking of the mantle clock. For six months, David had assumed I was just a naive, tired wife resting at home during a difficult pregnancy. He never suspected that my late-night hours spent on my laptop were actually dedicated to tracing every single dollar he had secretly siphoned from my firm’s escrow accounts.
I slowly pulled the gleaming drive into the light, setting it deliberately beside my gravy-stained plate. “David,” I whispered, my voice cutting through the quiet room like a razor blade. “Do you know what happens when a forensic auditor looks at her own family’s books?”
What dark evidence was stored on that tiny drive? Go to the next part to discover the horrifying truth…
