house belonged to me or Lily, or had been explicitly approved by counsel.
We photographed each item.
Catalogued everything.
Recorded every box.
Meanwhile, Nathan continued investigating.
Thursday afternoon, he called.
«Sarah, are you alone?»
I was sitting on Lily’s bedroom floor sorting school papers.
«Yes.»
«I need you to come to Margaret’s office.»
My stomach tightened.
«Why?»
«Because this is no longer just a divorce matter.»
Two hours later, Nathan laid a yellow legal pad before me.
He’d identified eighteen transfers exceeding $6.4 million over four years.
Some passed
