your cousins — came on that letterhead. This one’s from her personal checking account. Why would the great matriarch of the family bribe me out of her own household account?” I asked.
Ryan lowered the check with deliberate care.
“Babe, is there something about your mother’s money you haven’t told me?”
My fiancé pulled out a chair and sat, but several moments passed before he answered. When he finally spoke, his tone was measured.
“I know what Eleanor’s told everyone. That she inherited it all.”
“What if that wasn’t true?” he asked.
I stared at him.
All the details I had ignored suddenly began falling into place.
The secret meetings.
The private calls in the hallway.
The attorney’s business card I had noticed in his wallet.
“Ryan. What have you been doing for the last six months?”
He reached across the table and held my hand.
“Bring the check along,” my
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