The pages were covered in spreadsheets, rows of numbers highlighted in yellow and pink.

My name was at the top of every page, alongside Daniel’s.

“He has been systematically emptying the primary investment account for eighteen months,” Sarah said.

I looked at a transfer from November.

Fifty thousand dollars had been moved to an account listed under an LLC called Whitmore Holdings.

“I never authorized this transfer,” I said.

“He forged your digital signature,” Sarah said, pointing a manicured finger at the bottom of the page.

“He used the old IP address from your home computer while you were deployed.”

I rubbed my temples.

“He thought I would never check because the statements were sent to a digital vault I rarely logged into.”

“Exactly,” Sarah said.

“He relied on your silence and your schedule.”

She flipped to the next section of the report.

“The total amount taken over the last year and a half is just over four hundred and eighty thousand dollars.”

I stared at the black-and-white numbers on the paper.

“Where did the money go, Sarah?”

“Private debts,” she replied, her voice flat.