Part 2: My millionaire husband left me nothing in his will after 48 years of marriage except a note with an address — when I arrived there, what I saw made me fall to my knees.

**SHE KNOWS ABOUT THE MONEY.**

I looked at Nathan.

"Who knows?"

He shook his head.

"I don't know."

Then my phone rang.

It was Raymond.

I rejected the call.

He called again.

And again.

Finally, I answered.

"What do you want?"

His voice sounded strained.

"Margaret, where are you?"

"At home."

"Is Harrison with you?"

I looked at Nathan.

"Why?"

Raymond inhaled sharply.

"Listen carefully. Whatever he tells you, don't believe him."

My stomach tightened.

"What are you talking about?"

"Thomas didn't trust him."

I almost laughed.

"Thomas specifically told me to speak to Nathan."

Raymond went silent.

Then he said, "Of course he did."

"What does that mean?"

Raymond's voice dropped.

"Ask Harrison what happened at the store the night before Thomas collapsed."

I looked at Nathan.

He was watching me closely.

"I've seen the footage," I said.

Raymond stopped breathing for a moment.

Then whispered, "Then you saw him."