Page 56 of Want to Know a Secret?

She pauses, her face a mask. “I was looking at the app you used to record the bids and accept money into the PTA fund. And I noticed that there was a second account recorded. That a percentage of the money was being filtered into an account that wasn’t related to the school.”

Any relief I had been feeling a moment ago has vanished. “What… what do you mean?”

Her eyes become slits. “I mean, somebody created another bank account that’s been stealing money from the silent auction that was supposed to have been going to the PTA.”

I clasp a hand over my mouth. “Oh my God. Who would do something like that?”

“You. You did it.”

I feel dizzy. I can’t believe this is happening. It’s like some sort of a horrible dream. “Do you think I’ve been stealing money from the PTA?”

Her lips are a straight line. “Yes. I do.”

“Julie, I would never do that.” My words are coming out in a jumbled rush. “You know you can trust me. I would never steal from the PTA. Why would I do something like that? Elliot and I have plenty of money. And I get all that advertising money from my show. It’s crazy!”

“You’re always talking about how Elliot is getting angry at you over your spending,” she reminds me. “How you want to buy this or that for your show, but you can’t afford it. Maybe you decided to skim a little off the top. I don’t know. All I know is that money is missing, and you’re the only one who had access to do it.”

“But—” Something suddenly occurs to me. “Maria! She and I were working on the silent auction together! She also had access to the account.”

Julie lets out a loud huff. “It wasn’t Maria.”

“How do you know?”

“Because it wasn’t.”

I nearly asked her how she could be so sure, but then it hits me. Everything suddenly makes sense. “Maria is the one who told you to look at the account, didn’t she?”

She’s silent for a moment. “I received an anonymous text message telling me to look into it.”

My whole body goes cold. My anonymous tormentor has struck again. But now it seems like they have upped the ante once again. My head is spinning.

All I know is my gut is telling me Maria Cooper has something to do with this.

“Look,” I say, “Maria set me up. She created this false account, then she ‘discovered’ it. And now it looks like I’ve been stealing money! But you have to know, I would never do something like that.”

“April…”

“Maria is evil!” I spit out. “She… she’s been tormenting me for months by sending me threatening text messages.”

For the first time since I sat down with her, Julie seems slightly rattled. She’s finally taking me seriously. “She has? How do you know?”

“I just do.”

She frowns. “What sort of text messages? Can I see?”

I hesitate. “I… I deleted them.”

“You deleted them? Why would you do that?”

I open my mouth, but I realize I don’t have a great answer to that question. I can’t tell her that I deleted them because whoever is texting me is reminding me about things that I would rather they not know. Things that could destroy my career and my marriage if it got out there.

“Look,” I say, “you saw that Facebook post saying I had a stomach bug. I didn’t make that post! Maria made it to torture me!”

“Hmm,” Julie says. But I can tell I’ve lost her. I wish I hadn’t deleted all those text messages. But at the same time, I could never show them to Julie.

There’s a lump in my throat. “You’ve known me for years! You really believe her over me?”

Just like the other night when I came by with the pie, I’m holding my breath. Hoping our friendship holds more weight than Maria’s claims.