“I didn’t ask questions,” she admitted. “I liked the lifestyle. I liked the gifts.”

She touched the gold bracelet on her wrist.

It was a heavy, braided piece.

I recognized it.

It was from a boutique in Chicago where Daniel often went for “business trips.”

“He bought that with the money my father left me,” I said, my voice cutting through the quiet space between us.

Sophia quickly pulled her sleeve down, hiding the gold.

“I don’t want it anymore,” she said. “I don’t want any of it. He is crazy, Emily. He is completely losing his mind.”

“Tell me about the ledger,” I said.

Sophia unzipped her large leather bag.

She reached inside and pulled out a black, cloth-bound book.

It was small, about the size of a novel, with a thick elastic band keeping it shut.

“He kept this in the safe at the apartment,” she said, her hand resting on the cover. “He thought I didn’t know the combination. But he wrote it on the back of a receipt in his wallet.”

She slid the book across the wooden table.