They looked almost perfect.
Almost.
“What are these?”
I asked.
“Preliminary authorization forms,” Celeste answered.
I touched one page.
“I haven’t signed anything.”
“Those are copies of earlier documents,” Mark said quickly.
“We discussed them.”
“No, we didn’t.”
His jaw tightened.
“Emily, don’t turn something wonderful into an argument.”
I looked at the pages again.
One document appeared to transfer authority over my financial accounts to a company called Harbor Light Holdings.
Another authorized certain medical and business expenses.
A third referenced a trust.
“I’m not signing anything today.”
Mark’s expression hardened.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I need time.”
“We don’t have time.”
“Why?”
Celeste shifted slightly.
Mark answered before she could.
“Because there are people who’ll take advantage of you.”
I almost laughed.
Instead, I lowered my eyes.
For twenty-nine years, Mark had mistaken silence for agreement.
I intended to let him continue making that mistake.
