There were transfers to specialists, equipment suppliers, medical coordinators, and Mark’s company.
Several invoices carried names I had never heard mentioned by any hospital employee.
Others contained vague descriptions such as emergency consultation or advanced therapeutic support.
I began separating the documents into piles.
Some were genuine hospital bills.
Others looked strangely informal.
One invoice showed a payment of eighteen thousand dollars to a company called Carter Medical Logistics.
I had assumed it was connected to Mark’s treatment.
Now I noticed that its mailing address was identical to the address on paperwork from his equipment business.
I felt a wave of nausea.
I opened my phone again, intending to photograph the documents for safekeeping.
Then I remembered that photographs on my phone sometimes appeared automatically on the old tablet Mark had used for his business.
I had never bothered to disconnect the shared account because, until that afternoon, I believed my husband had no reason to hide anything from me.
