My stomach tightened.
“About what?”
Raymond looked toward the leather folder in my hands.
His smile disappeared.
“So.”
He stepped closer.
“You've found out about the trust.”
I clutched the folder.
“Yes.”
Raymond's eyes hardened.
“Then we need to talk.”
I took a step back.
“About what?”
He looked at the attorneys.
Then back at me.
“About why my cousin's money doesn't belong entirely to you.”
I stared at him.
And he said:
“Because Thomas wasn't the man you thought he was—and I can prove it.”
CHAPTER 4: THE SON I NEVER KNEW ABOUT OPENED HIS DOOR—AND HIS LITTLE GIRL ASKED ME A QUESTION THAT BROKE MY HEART
I didn't let Raymond's attorneys stay.
For forty-eight years, Thomas had handled most of our legal and business affairs.
I trusted him.
Perhaps too much.
I signed papers when he asked, attended company dinners when necessary, and spent most of my time teaching, volunteering, and managing the home we'd built together.
