I saw only part of the message.
I can’t keep being your secret. Mom died believing that…
Ethan snatched up the phone.
“Who sent that?”
“No one.”
I stared at him.
“No one sounds pretty upset.”
“Not here, Nora.”
“Who died?”
“Wrong number.”
“Wrong numbers don’t accuse you of keeping them secret.”
A nurse opened the door and called our names.
Ethan lifted Kai’s carrier.
“We’ll talk later.”
We never did.
THE MISSING MONEY
That evening, I logged into our banking account.
Four withdrawals had been made from our emergency fund.
Together, they totaled a little over $1,000.
Ethan walked into the kitchen while I was staring at the screen.
“Why did you take money out of the emergency account?”
He stopped.
“I didn’t.”
I turned the laptop around.
“Then what are these?”
His eyes scanned the transactions.
“I had some unexpected expenses.”
“What expenses?”
“House stuff.”
