I walked back toward the edge of the cleared land, away from the noise of the hydraulic lifts.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

It was a text notification from my bank.

I opened the app, intending to authorize the second wire transfer for Nathan’s crew.

The screen loaded slowly, the spinning circle mocking my impatience.

When the balance screen finally appeared, I stopped breathing.

The numbers didn’t make sense.

I blinked, thinking the bright sunlight was playing tricks on my eyes.

The joint money market account, which should have held three hundred and forty thousand dollars, showed a balance of eighty-two dollars.

I tapped the screen repeatedly, forcing the transaction history to load.

A series of wire transfers had been executed over the last seventy-two hours.

One hundred thousand to an international wire service based in Rome.

Eighty-five thousand to a luxury yacht charter company in Amalfi.

Seventy thousand to a boutique destination wedding coordinator.

Richard had cleared out the savings we had built over fifteen years of marriage.

He was spending my children’s college fund to buy Valerie a white-sand wedding.