Husband Leaves Pregnant Wife for Influencer Until Parents Deliver Wedding Photo Gift
Tilly carried the silver frame wrapped in tissue paper to the register.
Attorney Vance, a man with neat gray hair who had practiced law in Silver Lake for thirty years, did not look up immediately when we sat down. He was turning the pages of a thick yellow folder, his thumb leaving faint indentations on the legal paper. Norman sat next to me, his hands resting quietly on the mahogany table, while I adjusted the small cushion behind my back. The baby kicked, a heavy, rhythmic nudge against my ribs that made me catch my breath. I rubbed my lower back, feeling the tight pull of my wool sweater against my skin. The office was quiet, save for the hum of the small space heater in the corner.
“We have the forensic accounting back from the state union bank,” Vance said, placing his palms flat on the desk. “It took the investigators five days to trace the secondary ledger.”
He slid a stack of white paper across the polished wood, stopping it right in front of Norman. On the top sheet, a long column of numbers was highlighted in pale yellow, ending in a single bold figure. The paper was clean, but the numbers on it felt dirty.
