“Is she safe?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“She has a recording you need to hear.”
I forwarded it.
Then sent Sophie and Pauline into the back bedroom.
ADRIAN CAME HOME WHISTLING
Around six, the front door opened.
Adrian walked in carrying his briefcase.
“What smells good?”
I stood at the kitchen counter.
Nothing was cooking.
He noticed the folder.
His smile faded.
I placed one bank statement in front of him.
“Tell me about Sophie’s college account.”
His face shifted.
Surprise.
Calculation.
Then anger.
“Not this again.”
“Tell me.”
“I already showed you.”
“The document you showed me was fake.” Business& Productivity Software
Adrian stared.
“Don’t start, Claire.”
“The fund is empty.”
“Whose name is on the mortgage?”
There it was.
His favorite weapon.
“Whose paycheck keeps this roof over you?”
I didn’t raise my voice.
“Your threats don’t work anymore.”
His expression changed.
I continued.
“You drained my father’s trust.”
