The jewelry purchase was dated four days before Christmas.
Three thousand eight hundred dollars.
The account balance was forty-two dollars and sixteen cents.
I scrolled backward.
There was no payment to a night nurse.
No grocery delivery.
No pharmacy charge.
No payment to the cleaning service I had arranged.
Then I noticed something else.
A series of transfers, all for the same amount.
Nine hundred dollars.
One in August.
One in September.
Two in October.
One in November.
All sent to a company called Hudson Family Consulting.
I had never heard of it.
The next morning, while Maya slept and Liam underwent a routine examination, I called my attorney.
Daniel Ross had handled my business contracts for nearly a decade. He was also one of the few people I trusted to tell me when I was being foolish.
He answered on the fourth ring.
“David? It’s eight in the morning on New Year’s Day.”
“I need help.”
My voice must have told him the rest.
He stopped sounding sleepy.
“What happened?”
I stepped into the hallway and told him everything.
Not dramatically. Not angrily.
I gave him the facts: the empty apartment, the food, the note, Maya’s condition, Liam’s low temperature, the fourteen thousand dollars, and the charges in Miami.
Daniel was silent for several seconds.
“Have you spoken to your family?”
“No.”
“Good. Don’t yet.”
“I canceled the cards.”
“That was reasonable. Take screenshots of every transaction before anything changes. Download full statements. Save the note. Save all messages.”
“I already took pictures.”
“What about the apartment cameras?”
I leaned against the wall.
The security cameras.
I had installed three of them after a package theft the previous year—one at the front door, one in the living room, and one overlooking the kitchen entrance. Maya had initially disliked the idea, so we had agreed never to place cameras in bedrooms or private areas.
The footage uploaded automatically to cloud storage.
“I haven’t checked,” I said.
“Check before you contact anyone.”
I returned to the room and opened the security application.
