“Some people are meant to stay in the mud. Others are meant to fly.”

He had tagged Kayla in the comment section.

She had replied with a string of heart emojis and a baby bottle icon.

“Look at this,” I said, holding the screen out so Rachel could see.

Rachel glanced at it while stopped at a red light.

“He is practically building our case for us,” she said.

“He is so sure of his money.”

“He’s already acting like he has the cash in his hand,” I said.

I watched the screen as comments from his coworkers and old college friends started rolling in.

They were congratulating him on his “new start” and his “good fortune.”

“Let them celebrate,” I said quietly.

“They don’t know what’s coming.”

My mind began to race, thinking about the next step.

I knew Scott’s habits.

He had a high-limit credit card that was still legally linked to our joint account.

If he started spending, I would see every single transaction.

“We need to find out where they stayed,” I said.

“The hotel they used when he told me he was traveling for business.”