Now I understood why.
Graham leaned forward.
“Celia, you need to save every text. Every email. Everything.”
“I already started.”
I opened a second folder.
Inside were screenshots of Paige’s threats, records from the county recorder’s office, and copies of documents relating to Dad’s original transfer of the property.
Graham looked surprised.
I almost laughed.
My husband had spent twenty years calling me naive.
He’d forgotten that I managed payroll and financial records for a manufacturing company.
Paperwork wasn’t exactly unfamiliar territory.
But there was one thing I hadn’t shown anyone yet.
I opened my banking app.
Three weeks earlier, $18,400 had disappeared from a savings account I’d once shared with Frank.
The bank was investigating the transfer.
When Graham saw the receiving business name, his expression changed.
“Celia. I’ve worked for that company.”
I looked at him.
“What company?”
“Frank’s developer.”
