Robert saw the recognition on my face.
“What is it?” he asked.
I looked at Jessica.
She was crying now, but quietly, without trying to defend herself.
“I know where the first loan went,” I said.
“Where?”
I opened the bank app.
The account was still listed beneath my name.
The balance was less than three hundred dollars.
The transaction history loaded slowly.
Then I saw the transfer.
Thirty thousand dollars.
Recipient: Harris Family Property Account.
Date: three years earlier.
Description: Authorized owner distribution.
Below it was a second transfer.
Thirty thousand dollars had been moved the same day to an account I did not recognize.
The recipient name was not Jessica.
It was Morris Financial Services.
Jessica stared over my shoulder.
“That’s Caleb’s company,” she whispered.
And beneath the transfer, buried among years of smaller withdrawals, was a note attached to the transaction.
Per Michael Harris—family investment.
PART 4 (THE END)
