“I know.”
“And?”
I gave him the smallest smile.
“I’ll do exactly what you both want.”
His shoulders relaxed.
“Good.”
He walked toward the refrigerator.
Then he stopped.
“Wait.”
He turned around.
“You’re really going to quit?”
I looked him directly in the eyes.
“Yes.”
He smiled.
For the first time that morning, he looked relieved.
“Thank you.”
Those two words almost made me laugh.
Thank you.
He had no idea what he was thanking me for.
I watched him walk upstairs.
Then I opened my laptop again.
I looked at the mysterious account.
The unexplained transfers.
The credit card purchases.
The hidden expenses.
And one question kept circling through my mind.
Why was Margaret so desperate to make me stop working?
I thought I knew the answer.
I didn’t.
Not even close.
Because the secret I was about to uncover wasn’t simply about money.
It was about Nathan.
