Chapter 2: The Name on Every Line
Part 2 👇
The name on every withdrawal was Garrick's.
Not Sabrina's.
My son's.
My hands were trembling as I scrolled further back.
The transfers hadn't started last week.
They hadn't started last month.
They went back nearly eight months — small amounts at first, two hundred here, three hundred there.
Then larger.
Then larger again.
Forty-six thousand dollars.
Gone.
I sat there in my kitchen, still in my robe, the coffee going cold beside me.
The same kitchen where I had cooked their meals every night.
The same table where I had signed over access to my joint account after Julian p@ssed, because Garrick said it would make things "easier."
I had trusted him completely.
I heard footsteps on the stairs.
I closed the laptop.
Garrick walked in, poured himself coffee, and didn't even look at me.
"You need to apologize to Sabrina," he said flatly.
"That bag was a gift.
She's very upset."
I looked at my son — really looked at him — and for the first time I saw something I had refused to see before.
He wasn't embarrassed about last night.
He wasn't worried about me.
He was waiting for something.
"Garrick," I said quietly.
"Who has access to my savings account?"
His coffee cup stopped halfway to his mouth.
Just for a second.
Just long enough.
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What Garrick said next — and what Elena found hidden in Julian's old desk — will leave you speechless.
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