Marcus stared at the notification, then at me, his thumb frozen over the screen. \u201cWhat does this mean? Why is the account restricted?\u201d I shifted Poppy higher on my shoulder as her crying faded into quiet hiccups. \u201cIt means someone reported suspicious activity,\u201d I said. \u201cRepeated withdrawals that didn\u2019t match the account holder\u2019s normal spending. Handbags, salons, champagne lunches. All flagged.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face drained of color. \u201cYou reported our account?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cI reported unauthorized spending on an account with my name on it,\u201d I corrected. \u201cThat\u2019s not reporting us. That\u2019s reporting her.\u201d His phone began buzzing with Sandra\u2019s calls, one after another. Marcus finally looked afraid. \u201cNora,\u201d he asked, \u201chow long have you been planning this?\u201d I looked down at our daughter and answered honestly. \u201cSince the day my card was declined while buying diapers.\u201d Then I told him I had spent months quietly documenting every transaction\u2014and that what the bank found next would expose everything.<\/p>\n
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