The days began to blur together, Interrogations, Paperwork.
The same questions were asked in slightly different ways, as if they were waiting for me to slip.
Aaron never left my side, every morning he was there before visiting hours officially began. Every afternoon he sat across from me behind scratched glass, listening as I repeated the same explanation.
"I reviewed the files."
"I didn't authorize any secondary account."
"I didn't redirect any funds."
The investigators didn't shout.
That would have been easier.
But they were calm and controlled Almost polite.
"Forensic accounting shows the funds were redirected to an account created three weeks prior to approval," one of them said.
"I didn't create any account." I replied immediately.
"But the authorization came from your login credentials."Another officer added.
That silenced me.
My login.
My password.
My access.
Aaron's hand tightened around mine under the metal table.
"We'll prove it," he said quietly.
