lawyer told us to do anything dramatic.
They told us to preserve records, protect our personal accounts, and avoid destroying property or draining joint funds.
By afternoon, Daniel called me.
“Mom.”
His voice sounded strange.
“What?”
“I checked the account Jenna and I used for wedding money.”
Several transfers had gone from their shared savings into Jenna’s private account.
Eight hundred.
Twelve hundred.
Nine hundred.
Two thousand.
Over a few months, nearly $9,000.
“Could they be normal expenses?” I asked.
“Maybe.”
But he already knew they weren’t.
Then I
