He Snitched on Himself

At three in the morning, my husband, Nolan Thomson, started talking in his sleep.

"My baby, be good. Daddy's getting you and Mommy a new house tomorrow."

I shot awake. We'd always used protection. What baby?

I shoved his shoulder. "What did you just say?"

He rolled over, eyes still shut. "Just a nightmare. Dreamed some client was chasing me over money."

I didn't push it. In the dark, I grabbed his phone and unlocked it.

Three months ago, there was a $50,000 transfer.

[Down payment.]

[Recipient: Kelsey Ward.]

I searched her name.

The first thing on her feed was an ultrasound photo.