So I called Trey. Gave him the cash. Told him never to involve us again. Then I called Nora. “He’s hiding money,” I said. Weeks later, Nora had a lawyer. The funds were frozen. Max, her son, now had a college fund.
Duncan didn’t argue. But he changed—more careful, more present. He started fixing things. Brought flowers. Still, something between us is fractured. I’ve learned that trust matters more than comfort. And if Duncan ever jokes about my manicures again, I’ll remind him—I didn’t break a nail exposing the truth.
Would I do it again?
Yes. Because silence is easy. Doing what’s right takes strength.
