I Saved a Boy During a Storm 20 Years Ago — Yesterday He Came Back with an Envelope That Made Me Tremble
“To what?” I asked.
He swallowed. “Land. Near the mountain base.”
He didn’t argue.
My mouth opened, then closed.
I shoved the papers back.
“No,” I said. “Absolutely not.”
“Claire—”
“No,” I repeated. “You cannot do this.”
He didn’t argue.
“You spent a fortune.”
He just said, “Read the rest.”
I read. Faster.
Cabin site. Trust. Maintenance.
My head spun.
“You spent a fortune,” I snapped.
“I did okay,” he said.
“This isn’t just a gift.”
“What do you do?” I demanded.
“Risk management,” he said.
I let out a sharp laugh. “Of course you do.”
He didn’t smile.
“This isn’t just a gift,” he said.
I pointed at the papers. “Then what is it?”
An old incident report scan.
His voice hardened.
“It’s part of a plan,” he said.
My stomach sank.
“What plan?” I asked.
He slid out another page.
An old incident report scan.
“Her name is Mia.”
He tapped a line.
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