I stared at the insurance amendment until the figures blurred.<\/p>\n
Seven hundred fifty thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
My name.<\/p>\n
Brielle Hale.<\/p>\n
And an effective date that matched the week Vaughn had begun tightening every part of our household budget.<\/p>\n
Denise enlarged the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Beneath the beneficiary information was a signature.<\/p>\n
Mine.<\/p>\n
Or something intended to pass for mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't my signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never changed the beneficiary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't even know the policy had been increased.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cIncreased?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe policy used to be two hundred thousand. We bought it after Emmett was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wrote that down.<\/p>\n
Then she photographed the document.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're calling the insurer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before she could dial, another message arrived from Brielle.<\/p>\n
You need to understand something before you decide I'm your enemy.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
Vaughn told me you agreed to everything.<\/p>\n
The apartment.<\/p>\n
The business.<\/p>\n
The insurance.<\/p>\n
I typed before Denise could stop me.<\/p>\n
Why would I agree to make you beneficiary of my life insurance?<\/p>\n
The answer appeared almost immediately.<\/p>\n
Because he told me you were terminally ill.<\/p>\n
I couldn't move.<\/p>\n
Denise read the message.<\/p>\n
Another appeared.<\/p>\n
He said you had six months left.<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
Vaughn had not merely lied about money.<\/p>\n
He had invented my death.<\/p>\n
Brielle continued.<\/p>\n
He said you wanted the children protected but didn't trust him with money.<\/p>\n
He said the insurance would go through me and then into a trust.<\/p>\n
I wanted to hate her.<\/p>\n
Part of me still did.<\/p>\n
She had accepted expensive jewelry while my children went without things they needed.<\/p>\n
She had signed my name.<\/p>\n
She had slept with my husband.<\/p>\n
But underneath my anger was a colder realization.<\/p>\n
Vaughn had built a story around my death convincing enough that another woman believed it.<\/p>\n
I typed:<\/p>\n
Why did you forge my signature?<\/p>\n
There was a long pause.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
He said your medication made your hands shake and you asked me to copy it.<\/p>\n
I nearly dropped the phone.<\/p>\n
Denise muttered under her breath.<\/p>\n
Another message followed.<\/p>\n
I know how stupid that sounds now.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
I didn't know the money came from your children.<\/p>\n
And:<\/p>\n
I didn't know about Mallory until yesterday.<\/p>\n
I asked who Mallory was.<\/p>\n
Brielle answered:<\/p>\n
That's why I want you to come.<\/p>\n
Denise shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are not walking into an apartment because your husband's mistress gave you an address.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen come with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told you to come alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI stopped following other people's instructions yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time that morning, Denise almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
We called the insurance company.<\/p>\n
It took three transfers and twenty-six minutes to reach fraud prevention.<\/p>\n
Denise explained that I disputed the beneficiary change and the increase in coverage.<\/p>\n
The representative checked the file.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d she said. \u201cThe policy was increased from two hundred thousand to seven hundred fifty thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho requested it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe policy owner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s me,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never requested it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Keyboard keys clicked in the background.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe request was submitted electronically.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't have a physical location.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat email was used?\u201d<\/p>\n
She read it aloud.<\/p>\n
I felt my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't my email.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise wrote it down.<\/p>\n
The application also contained financial verification and a medical questionnaire.<\/p>\n
\u201cMedical questionnaire?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
The representative hesitated.<\/p>\n
Denise leaned toward the speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy client is the insured person.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe application stated that Mrs. Mercer had no significant medical conditions.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Denise.<\/p>\n
Then back at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I have no significant medical condition, why did Vaughn tell Brielle I was terminally ill?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
The policy increase had been submitted four months earlier.<\/p>\n
Before the grocery cuts.<\/p>\n
Before the apartment.<\/p>\n
Before I even knew Brielle existed.<\/p>\n
Someone had been preparing long before I realized there was a problem.<\/p>\n
Denise asked whether a medical examination had been required.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the increase could be processed without Celia seeing a doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn certain circumstances, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about the beneficiary change?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSubmitted through the same online account.\u201d<\/p>\n
Using the fake email.<\/p>\n
Exactly.<\/p>\n
Then Denise asked the question that changed the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cHas anyone contacted the company asking what would be required to make a claim?\u201d<\/p>\n
The representative stopped typing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was a customer-service inquiry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTen days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThrough the online portal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then she answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey asked whether an accidental death required a police report.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd whether benefits would still be paid if the insured died while commuting to or from work.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise's pen stopped.<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI drive home from work around six in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're ending this call and contacting law enforcement.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone rang before either of us could stand.<\/p>\n
Brielle.<\/p>\n
Not a message.<\/p>\n
A call.<\/p>\n
Denise looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSpeaker.\u201d<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
Brielle was crying.<\/p>\n
Not loudly.<\/p>\n
The frightened kind of crying someone makes when they are trying not to be heard.<\/p>\n
\u201cCelia?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to come now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI found something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt Lakecrest.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe apartment?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Vaughn there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thinks I'm at work.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise leaned toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Denise Holloway. I represent Celia.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought a lawyer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer surprised both of us.<\/p>\n
Brielle lowered her voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cI opened a locked drawer in Vaughn's desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat drawer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's in the office here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you find?\u201d<\/p>\n
She started crying again.<\/p>\n
\u201cPictures.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPictures of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCelia's car.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy car?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of pictures?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe brake lines.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrielle, don't touch anything else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPut everything back where it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are receipts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA mechanic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVaughn doesn't use a mechanic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn't his regular shop.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRead the receipt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paper rustled.<\/p>\n
\u201cCash payment. Two hundred dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrake fluid drain.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Denise grabbed her coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're calling the police.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a handwritten note.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRead it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe leaves work at 6:05. Takes Lower Wacker when traffic is bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
My knees weakened.<\/p>\n
That was my route.<\/p>\n
Not every morning.<\/p>\n
But often.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere's another note,\u201d Brielle whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
She read it.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf no accident by September, change plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
September.<\/p>\n
Only weeks away.<\/p>\n
Denise told her to leave immediately and wait in a public area.<\/p>\n
Brielle hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then said, \u201cVaughn just texted me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's coming upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying.\u201d<\/p>\n
A door opened on the other end.<\/p>\n
Brielle stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Then we heard Vaughn's voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrielle?\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
Denise called 911.<\/p>\n
I stood frozen beside the table.<\/p>\n
My mind kept returning to the same details.<\/p>\n
The brake lines.<\/p>\n
The route.<\/p>\n
The insurance questions.<\/p>\n
The six o'clock drive.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered something.<\/p>\n
Three mornings earlier, Vaughn had been awake when I came home.<\/p>\n
He was never awake at six-thirty.<\/p>\n
He had been standing near the kitchen window.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou took a different route.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was construction.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked annoyed.<\/p>\n
At the time, I thought he was irritated because I had forgotten milk.<\/p>\n
Now I understood.<\/p>\n
He had been watching the time.<\/p>\n
Watching the road.<\/p>\n
Waiting for something.<\/p>\n
We drove toward Lakecrest while police were dispatched there.<\/p>\n
I wasn't going inside.<\/p>\n
I repeated that to myself.<\/p>\n
We were meeting the officers.<\/p>\n
Nothing more.<\/p>\n
But the apartment might contain evidence that my husband had been preparing for my death.<\/p>\n
My hands shook the entire ride.<\/p>\n
Then my phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
Vaughn.<\/p>\n
Where are you?<\/p>\n
I showed Denise.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another message.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Weaver said you went to the bank.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
You're making a huge mistake.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
Brielle has been lying to you.<\/p>\n
I ignored them.<\/p>\n
Brielle sent another message.<\/p>\n
I'm okay.<\/p>\n
I called her.<\/p>\n
She rejected the call.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
He's still here.<\/p>\n
I typed:<\/p>\n
Police are coming. Get out.<\/p>\n
Her answer arrived.<\/p>\n
Can't. He's sitting by the door.<\/p>\n
Twelve minutes later, we reached Lakecrest.<\/p>\n
Two police cars were already outside.<\/p>\n
An officer approached.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you Celia Mercer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou called about Apartment 1708?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have officers upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Brielle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don't know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cVaughn is inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're aware.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why aren't you going in?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're handling it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated those words.<\/p>\n
The officer's radio crackled.<\/p>\n
Possible forced entry.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
Two occupants.<\/p>\n
Female located.<\/p>\n
Male detained.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrielle?\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer listened.<\/p>\n
Then looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Relief came first.<\/p>\n
Then the radio crackled again.<\/p>\n
\u201cDocuments recovered. Photographs. Vehicle information.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer's expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd medication.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat medication?\u201d<\/p>\n
He listened again.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossible sedatives. Several prescriptions. One name appears to match Celia Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't take sedatives.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThink carefully. Has Vaughn ever given you anything before work? Coffee? Vitamins? Medicine?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
Then remembered the drinks.<\/p>\n
For the last month, Vaughn had started leaving energy drinks beside my purse before night shifts.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look exhausted,\u201d he would say.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake this for the drive home.\u201d<\/p>\n
Twice, I had become so sleepy that I pulled into a gas station and slept for twenty minutes.<\/p>\n
I had blamed the night shift.<\/p>\n
Now my mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's been giving me drinks.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer immediately asked what kind.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnergy drinks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still have any?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I have one unopened at home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He radioed the information.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes later, Brielle came downstairs.<\/p>\n
Her mascara was streaked across her cheeks.<\/p>\n
She stopped when she saw me.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered, \u201cI'm sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to ask how she could have believed Vaughn.<\/p>\n
Instead I asked, \u201cDid he hurt you?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe grabbed my arm when I tried to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell the police about the drawer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face crumpled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was another phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the drawer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Police had already taken it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was on it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith who?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked terrified.<\/p>\n
\u201cMallory.\u201d<\/p>\n
The pregnant woman.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they discuss?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMoney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe insurance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle told us Mallory had asked when the insurance company would release the money.<\/p>\n
Then she said the message that made the air leave my lungs.<\/p>\n
Mallory had asked how long it would take after it happened.<\/p>\n
Vaughn had answered thirty to sixty days.<\/p>\n
Then she asked whether the police would investigate.<\/p>\n
His answer was worse.<\/p>\n
He said there would be nothing to investigate because tired women fell asleep behind the wheel every day.<\/p>\n
Then Vaughn was brought downstairs in handcuffs.<\/p>\n
He saw me.<\/p>\n
His expression changed instantly.<\/p>\n
Not guilt.<\/p>\n
Rage.<\/p>\n
\u201cCelia!\u201d<\/p>\n
An officer told him to stay quiet.<\/p>\n
He ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have no idea what she did!\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed at Brielle.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe planned all of this!\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
For years, his certainty had made me question myself.<\/p>\n
Not anymore.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ask the insurance company whether they would pay if I died driving home?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face went blank.<\/p>\n
Only for a second.<\/p>\n
But I saw it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn't answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you photograph my brake lines?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you pay someone to drain my brake fluid?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you create the fake email?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you take the two-hundred-eighty-thousand-dollar loan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was for our future.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour business partner was your mistress.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't understand the arrangement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Mallory?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs the baby yours?\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
Then, as officers led him away, he turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have stayed on your normal route.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officers stopped.<\/p>\n
So did I.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat route?\u201d one officer asked.<\/p>\n
Vaughn's face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said she should have stayed on her normal route.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich route?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped answering.<\/p>\n
They put him in the patrol car.<\/p>\n
I watched through the window.<\/p>\n
For eleven years, that stare had frightened me.<\/p>\n
Now I understood why.<\/p>\n
Fear made me predictable.<\/p>\n
Fear made me sign.<\/p>\n
Fear made me apologize.<\/p>\n
Fear made me accept eighty dollars for groceries while he built another life.<\/p>\n
Fear kept me driving the same road.<\/p>\n
Not anymore.<\/p>\n
But the police weren't finished searching the apartment.<\/p>\n
An officer asked me to come upstairs to identify documents.<\/p>\n
Denise came with me.<\/p>\n
Inside the office, the evidence was spread across the desk.<\/p>\n
Photographs of my car.<\/p>\n
Copies of my driver's license.<\/p>\n
My work schedule.<\/p>\n
Medication bottles.<\/p>\n
Receipts.<\/p>\n
Then I saw an envelope.<\/p>\n
My name was written across it.<\/p>\n
Celia.<\/p>\n
An investigator opened it carefully.<\/p>\n
Inside was a typed letter.<\/p>\n
The first line made my vision narrow.<\/p>\n
To whom it may concern, if you are reading this, my wife Celia Mercer has died.<\/p>\n
I forced myself to keep reading.<\/p>\n
Vaughn had already written the explanation for my death.<\/p>\n
He described me as exhausted.<\/p>\n
Overworked.<\/p>\n
Depressed.<\/p>\n
He claimed I had a history of falling asleep while driving.<\/p>\n
None of it was true.<\/p>\n
At the bottom of the file was a calendar.<\/p>\n
My night shifts.<\/p>\n
My route times.<\/p>\n
One date was circled heavily.<\/p>\n
August 18.<\/p>\n
Three days away.<\/p>\n
Beside it were two words.<\/p>\n
FINAL TRY.<\/p>\n
I stared at the page.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed another date.<\/p>\n
September 2.<\/p>\n
Next to it:<\/p>\n
M.H.<\/p>\n
I looked at Denise.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Before anyone could answer, Brielle appeared in the doorway.<\/p>\n
She saw the initials.<\/p>\n
Her face went white.<\/p>\n
I turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrielle.\u201d<\/p>\n
Finally, she whispered, \u201cMarla Keene.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman from the credit union.<\/p>\n
The woman who had witnessed the forged signature.<\/p>\n
Denise looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHer middle name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHannah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marla Hannah Keene.<\/p>\n
M.H.<\/p>\n
I stared at Brielle.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know her middle name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she isn't just someone Vaughn knew from the bank.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle looked toward the officers.<\/p>\n
Then back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s his sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cVaughn doesn't have a sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what he told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI've been married to him for eleven years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou met his family,\u201d Denise said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou met the family he wanted you to meet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Brielle said something that changed the entire case.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarla wasn't fired because of your account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was fired because the credit union found seven other accounts with the same pattern.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat pattern?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarried women.\u201d<\/p>\n
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