Ella, please. I don’t know what you think you heard or who is filling your head with ideas, but we need to talk as husband and wife. You can’t let lawyers into this before we’ve even had a real conversation.
His second came forty minutes later.
I made mistakes. I said things I shouldn’t have said because I was stressed and overwhelmed. My mother says things dramatically. Brenda has nothing to do with us.
His third was shorter.
Who is Eleanor Grace Wilson?
I read that line three times.
Then I looked up at Rebecca.
“He knows my legal name now.”
“He received my email,” she said. “He may be searching public records.”
My father’s expression hardened.
Let him search, I thought.
Let him discover the boring secretary had a name printed on buildings he passed every day without noticing.
But the anger passed quickly, leaving something heavier behind.
