She met me with Miriam present.
“Mrs.
Carter, did you ever authorize your husband to use your name for charitable fundraising?”
“I helped with fundraisers.”
“Did you serve as a director of Harbor Light?”
“Not knowingly.”
“Did you sign blank documents?”
I hesitated.
Mark frequently handed me forms while I was cooking or leaving for work.
Sometimes he said they were insurance renewals.
Sometimes he claimed they were routine business paperwork.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“How often?”
“I don’t know.”
Detective Sloane waited.
I felt ashamed.
“I trusted him.”
She wrote something down.
Then she looked up.
“Trusting your spouse doesn’t mean you intended to participate in fraud.
But we need to establish which transactions you understood and which you didn’t.”
Her words offered no easy absolution.
They forced me to confront a painful possibility.
My willingness to rescue Mark had made it easier for him to hurt other people.
