Then my sister became serious.
“Debra, we need to talk about something else.”
She opened her bag and removed several folders.
Months earlier, I had told Margaret about my suspicions concerning Tyler.
I hadn’t asked her to follow him or do anything illegal. I had simply admitted that something felt wrong and that I no longer trusted my own judgment.
Margaret was a careful woman. She worked in administration and had spent years dealing with contracts, paperwork, and people who tried to hide important details behind complicated language.
She had suggested that I review our finances and make sure all our important documents were in order.
At first, I resisted.
I felt ashamed even thinking about investigating my own husband.
But Margaret had reminded me that protecting myself was not the same thing as accusing him.
So I had begun quietly organizing our paperwork.
I gathered bank statements, property documents, insurance records, and the inheritance papers from my father’s estate.
