Then one archived filing stopped me.
Rebecca H.
“Wait.”
I read it again.
“Rebecca…?”
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Not some distant cousin. Michael’s wife.
Then one archived filing stopped me.
“So that’s why the company fell apart.”
I stared at Daniel’s name on the screen.
“You were sleeping with your partner’s wife? God, Daniel. That’s disgusting.”
I searched their names together.
An old address appeared, then a newer one.
“Found you.”
I grabbed my keys.
Not some distant cousin. Michael’s wife.
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***
The house was forty minutes away.
Rebecca opened the door and froze. “Laura?”
“So this is where you disappeared to.”
Her face drained. “How did you find me?”
“Michael.”
For the first time, Rebecca looked frightened. “Who told you that name?”
That’s disgusting.
“Daniel’s mother.”
She closed her eyes. “Of course.”
“What does that mean?”
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Rebecca glanced behind her, then stepped aside. “You should come in.”
That scared me more than if she’d slammed the door.
But what I learned inside would prove that almost everything I’d assumed was wrong.
Rebecca looked frightened.
She led me into the living room.
I didn’t sit.
I dropped the transfers onto the coffee table. “Eighteen years.”
