And he had never trusted me enough to explain.
I looked at Mr. Harrison.
“Why didn't he tell me after the test?”
His eyes filled.
“He wanted to.”
“That isn't an answer.”
“I know.”
I looked down.
He continued quietly.
“By then, Raymond had begun pressing Thomas for information about his holdings. Thomas believed Raymond wanted control of the company after his death.”
My stomach tightened.
“Why would Julian matter?”
“Because Thomas feared Raymond would use Julian's existence to create a scandal and challenge whatever estate plan he made.”
I shook my head.
“Thomas could have told me privately.”
“Yes,” Mr. Harrison said.
“He could have.”
I looked at him.
He didn't try to excuse it.
For that, I was grateful.
There was one final letter in the box.
It was written by Thomas.
Dated just six months before his death.
Margaret,
There is no affair to confess.
But there is a betrayal.
