“Sure. Because it’s your life. Which means you need to be colder, not softer.”
That hit me because it was true.
I had spent years reading other people’s lies from a safe professional distance. Now the lie was sleeping in my bed and kissing my forehead on the way out the door. That changed the emotional temperature, but not the structure. Money still moved. Time still left fingerprints. People still got arrogant when they thought no one was looking.
So I made headings.
Dates
Charges
Claimed Location
Verified Location
Notes
Roz watched me for a minute, then opened the ice cream and handed me a spoon.
“There she is,” she said quietly.
I started with what I already had. Thirty-two hotel charges. Nathan’s shared calendar. Firm events. Dinner reservations I could find in our email confirmations. Then I moved to the smaller things.