Paper Trail

March 6th, 2025

I sat on the floor among the files, papers surrounding me like a crop circle. I fingered through them, searching for answers. Each file was a portal into his private life—business, finances, medical records. I’d opened a joint savings account with the intention of us building a nest egg, but he never contributed to the fund. I’d been saving alone for our future while he spent his money on his wardrobe, travels, and to my surprise, his private high-yield accounts.