Chapter 3 - Uncovering The Secret Bank Statements From The Safe
Determined to find out how far her deception reached, my father walked briskly down the hallway toward the master bedroom closet. He dropped to his knees, punching in the six-digit security code on the floor safe where our family's critical documents were stored.
My mother rushed into the room behind him, frantically grabbing at his shoulders to stop him from pulling out a thick, blue plastic accordion binder. "David, please! Don't open that! Those are private personal records!" she screamed, her voice cracking with sheer, frantic desperation.
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My father shoved her hands away, unzipping the binder to reveal stacks of monthly bank statements from an unlisted checking account at Chase Bank. "You spent twelve thousand dollars of our joint savings at a private fertility clinic in Manhattan last year?" he demanded, scanning the line items with wide, horrified eyes.
"She wasn't trying to get pregnant with your child, Dad," I said, pointing at a recurring payment name stamped on the page. "Look at the beneficiary name on the monthly wire transfers."
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