We’d been married 35 years when I noticed money missing from our joint account.
Our son had sent us some money — a partial repayment of a loan we’d given him three years back. I logged in to move it into savings, same as always.
The balance just about gave me a heart attack.
The deposit was there, sure. But the account balance was still thousands lower than it should have been.
I scrolled down and found several transfers had been made over the past few months.
I noticed money missing from our joint account.
“That can’t be right.”
The knot in my stomach tightened as I checked the numbers again.
There was no mistake. Thousands of dollars were missing.
***
That night, I slid my laptop toward Troy while he was watching the news.
“Did you move money out of checking?”
He barely looked up from the TV. “I paid the bills.”
“How much?”
There was no mistake.
“A couple of thousand. It evens out.”
“Where?” I turned the screen toward him.
“Troy, this is a lot. Where is it all going?”
He rubbed his forehead, eyes still on the television. “The usual… things for the house, bills. I move money around sometimes, you know that. It’ll come back.”
I wanted to press him, but after a lifetime of knowing this man, I knew an argument at that point would just build walls.
So I waited.
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