The air inside Taylor’s car felt suddenly thin, as if the oxygen had been drained by the simple weight of the manila folder resting on my knees.

“Stolen?!” Derek gasped, his eyes wide with genuine panic now. “Katie, we were engaged! We were sharing accounts! You can’t sue me for stealing from a joint account!”

“I didn’t file a civil suit, Derek,” I said, leaning lightly on my cane as I turned back toward Taylor’s car. “My lawyer filed a formal report for corporate fraud and grand larceny with the state prosecutor’s office forty minutes ago.”

Derek stared at me, his face pale, his hands trembling at his sides. For the first time in six years, he had absolutely nothing to say.