They had forgotten who I was before I married Mark.
Before diapers and casseroles, I was a fraud investigator for a private banking firm. I knew how money moved, how lies sounded, and how arrogant thieves destroyed themselves with receipts.
I looked at Vivian’s hand on my purse.
Then at Mark.
“Go,” I said.
Vivian blinked. “What?”
“Go to Hawaii.”
Mark looked relieved—almost grateful.
Vivian smiled like she had won.
She didn’t see me press the old panic button on my smartwatch.
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