My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

Glass, maybe. A phone screen.

Once. Twice. Three times.

“Got it,” Michael whispered.

Eleanor’s voice was pure steel. “Transfer everything. Don’t leave a single dollar behind.”

Transfer everything.

The words echoed in my sedated brain. Transfer what? My money? Our savings?

I tried to scream. Tried to open my eyes. Tried to pull my hand back.

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