Every Venmo transaction to a user named “MaddyG_88” with a winking emoji beside it.
I flipped to the page in the notebook labeled MADISON in block letters.
In the living room, I heard Ethan laugh. It was a loud, free sound—the sound of a man who thinks he has escaped a trap.
“This room would make a great office for me,” I heard Madison say.
“Do whatever you want, babe,” Ethan replied.
Babe. A word he hadn’t used on me in two years.
I picked up my phone and called my sister, Jenna.
