I looked out the high kitchen windows at the bare branches of the oak trees in our yard, which were already turning white under the streetlights.
The first small flakes were beginning to drift down through the glow of the landscape lights, dusting the stone patio.
I tapped the screen of my phone to check our joint bank account, entering my eight-digit passcode with a steady finger.
There was a transfer of twelve thousand five hundred dollars to an entity listed as Apex Capital, dated two days ago.
It was the fourth such transfer in six weeks, all of them cleared through a small branch office in Colorado Springs.
My finger found the gold ring on my right hand again, turning it twice as I did the math.
Fifty thousand dollars total had left our personal reserves since the end of October, without a single receipt or invoice to match them in our files.
I closed the banking application and opened the security system log for our house.
The garage door had opened at four-fifteen, right on Kenneth’s schedule, suggesting he had left early to beat the heavy snow.
