“You went through my things?”
“You want to explain any of this, Ben?”
“Some, but now I’m going to look at the rest.”
I reached under the mattress and pulled out the folder.
I opened it to the pages I’d never had time to read.
A one-way plane ticket, departing three days from now.
Only one passenger.
Ben.
I opened it to the pages I’d never had time to read.
Beneath it sat a stack of documents regarding my trust.
Yellow tabs marked every place I was supposed to sign.
A letter from a debt collection attorney listed a total I could barely comprehend.
Final notices.
Court judgments.
Loans he had never told me about.
I looked up at the man I’d loved since I was eight.
A total I could barely comprehend.
“You faked a terminal illness so we could marry in a hurry. You planned to use your position as my spouse to access my trust, steal the money, and disappear.”
