Email From Elaine
Then Elaine’s email arrived, neat and polished, listing out the debts. At first glance, it seemed professional—too professional. Something about it didn’t sit right. She had trimmed details “for privacy,” leaving behind a list that looked more curated than honest. I mentioned it to Mark while he stood over the stove, stirring dinner. “Elaine sent something,” I said flatly. He froze for a moment, then went back to cooking without a word, letting the silence answer for him.
Email From Elaine
Scrutinizing The Details
I poured over the file, frustration rising with every line. “This can’t be everything,” I muttered, the omissions glaring. Due dates, overdue balances, suspiciously absent transactions—it all felt cherry-picked to hide the real damage. Mark sat beside me, unreadable, watching my reaction. “Did she say anything else?” I asked pointedly. He only shook his head, his silence stacking on top of the doubts already crowding my mind.
Scrutinizing The Details
