Unfortunately, Michael had already begun.
Daniel called me that evening.
“Did you know Mom was moving money?”
I frowned.
“What?”
“Dad says she’s hiding assets.”
“She’s opening a bookstore. She’s paid some expenses from her savings.”
“He says there’s more.”
“Then ask him for evidence.”
“I did. He said it’s complicated.”
I let out a breath.
“Daniel, your father is making accusations during a divorce. That doesn’t make them true.” He was quiet.
Then he asked the question I had been dreading.
“Are you involved in this?”
I hesitated.
Not because I had anything to hide financially.
Because I knew he meant something else.
“Karen and I are friends.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
I stared at the wall.
“Daniel, I care about your mother.”
He went silent.
Then he said, “Oh, God.”
“Nothing has happened.”
“But you want it to.”
I couldn’t answer.
He gave a bitter laugh.
“Unbelievable.”
“Daniel—”
“No. I need to go.”
