Before handing it to me, she looked into my eyes.
“There’s something else you need to know. Your husband wasn’t the only person involved.”
I unfolded the document.
At the bottom of the page were two signatures.
Daniel Bennett.
And Dr. Adrian Cole.
But above them, in a section labeled AUTHORIZED FINANCIAL REPRESENTATIVE, was a third name.
Helen Bennett.
My sister.
I stared at the page, unable to understand what I was seeing.
“No,” I whispered. “That can’t be right.”
Laura reached for my arm.
“Margaret, listen to me. A signature on a document doesn’t tell you the whole story. You need to find out what your sister actually knew before you accuse her of anything.”
I barely heard her.
My sister had warned me about Daniel from the beginning. She had questioned our marriage, investigated his past, and begged me to be careful.
Yet her name was on a document connected to the research program.
