One Thursday night I picked it up looking for a marinade recipe his sister had sent.
Instead, I opened the chat and saw my name.
Kathryn: House looked cluttered today. She’s slipping.
Kathryn: Bathroom drawer full of pills and vitamins.
Kathryn: Expensive lingerie. A lot of it.
Then Austin answered.
Austin: I can’t keep searching without making her suspicious. Check the desk next time.
I sat down so fast the chair scraped against the tile.
Six Months Earlier
There were months of messages. Austin thanking her for keeping an eye on things. Kathryn reporting on unopened mail, closet shelves, drawers, whether I “seemed secretive” that week. Then the messages shifted to money.
Austin: She’s acting weird about money.