For once, we didn’t pretend the attraction wasn’t there.
But neither of us rushed toward it.
I had a baby to think about.
A legal fight.
And a daughter who was becoming more dangerous every time she didn’t get her way.
Then, two weeks before Thanksgiving, Miriam called.
Frank’s former office assistant had contacted her.
The woman had saved an email.
Its subject line was simple.
Weller Property — Final Signature Instructions.
PART 4 — Thanksgiving guests watched my daughter lose her carefully manufactured innocence
The email changed everything.
Frank had instructed his assistant to prepare property documents using scans collected from my house.
Paige had supplied the scans.
One attachment included a draft deed bearing my copied signature.
Another showed Graham’s name added to a witness line.
The assistant had refused to complete the submission.
Frank had told her to find somebody less difficult.
She resigned three weeks later.
