The savings and checking accounts hadn’t yielded much, about five thousand between the two, which had given her a moment’s pause. Harold had always handled the finances. It had made sense, him being a CPA, but they had never lived extravagantly. So where was the money? They’d agreed to save as much as possible for Avery’s schooling as soon as she’d announced her intention to be a doctor. Her scholarship covered the university, but there was still medical school to consider. Had Harold kept school money in a separate account? Invested in the stock market, maybe?

She shook her head, mentally cursing herself for not knowing her financial status. Yes, Harold was the financial guru but that didn’t mean she should have stayed ignorant about their money. She supposed she was going to have to hire an attorney to find out where all their money was in order to get her share and protect Avery’s future. And she was equally as sure she wasn’t going to like the details of where some of it had gone. Was Chastity the first indiscretion Harold had succumbed to? Or was she simply the first Marina had found out about?

Harold had always traveled for business. He claimed it was for workshops and continuing education that he needed to keep his license, but was it really? Marina had never asked many questions because accounting talk of spreadsheets and tax returns bored her half to death, but maybe she should have been paying more attention. Maybe she needed to go through their bank and credit card records and see if she could decipher what else Harold might have been up to besides workshops. But then, she didn’t have access to the CPA firm accounts. If Harold was going to route money away from the family, she would have never known it existed in the first place.

She blew out a breath. This was going to be a mess. Halcyon had warned her it would be, and her sister would know. With four husbands in her rearview mirror, Halcyon probably knew more about ending marriages than most divorce attorneys. To be fair, she’d married her second husband only weeks after meeting him and he’d died two months later. But there had still been a flurry of legal activity surrounding his death when a woman who looked ready to birth any second showed up at the funeral claiming the child was his.

In keeping with her promise to never be upstaged, Halcyon had cut a patch of hair off his head, right there in the coffin, stuffed it in the woman’s purse, and ordered her to leave. The child had turned out to be his, but since his worldly possessions consisted of a leaky bass boat and debt, the woman had never been seen again. After that, Halcyon had made a vow to never marry a poor man, and she hadn’t. But she’d never quite managed to avoid losers. Still, her sister had a nice house that was paid for, a Ford F-250, and enough alimony that she could squeak by without having to work. Now, Halcyon stuck with “gentlemen callers,” claiming she was done with the whole relationship thing.