And that was when I heard a sound from downstairs.
A woman’s voice.
“Hello?”
Everyone froze.
I looked toward the bedroom door.
Margaret’s face lost all its color.
Nathan whispered one word.
“No.”
The woman’s voice came again.
“Nathan?”
I looked at my husband.
Then at his mother.
Then toward the stairs.
And suddenly I understood why they had been so desperate to keep me away from my own finances.
Someone else was living inside the life I thought belonged to me.
And she had just walked into my house.
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PART 3 — THE WOMAN DOWNSTAIRS
THE WOMAN IN MY HOUSE
“Nathan?”
The woman’s voice floated up the staircase again.
“Nathan, are you here?”
I stood completely still.
My husband looked like someone had just pulled the floor out from underneath him.
Margaret had one hand pressed against her chest.
Neither of them moved.
