Chapter 11 - THE TRANSFER I THOUGHT WAS THEFTThe $38,000 Maya moved?


Not stolen.
She transferred it from our joint savings to a separate account in her name after a domestic-violence advocate advised her to preserve emergency funds.
I stared at the statement.
“I accused you of taking it.”
“You didn’t accuse me.”
“In my head.”
She looked at me.
“That still affected how you talked to me.”
Yes.
During deployment I had written:
If you’re planning something, just tell me.
She responded:
I’m trying to survive until you get home.
I thought dramatic.
Now I read it differently.
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Words do not change.
Context does.
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