Lena’s stomach dropped as she understood what that meant.
Diane had been going through the mail, or more likely watching the shared office printer where banking alerts still printed because Eric had never updated the settings the way Lena had asked him to months ago.“That money is not yours,” Lena said quietly.
Diane leaned back with a confidence that could only come from someone who had never once faced real consequences.
“It is if you want peace in this house.”
Lena set her keys down on the counter, keeping her voice steady.