I lowered the letter.
Sarah was crying quietly.
“He tried to warn me.”
I sat beside her.
“He was trying to protect you.”
“And I ignored the signs.”
“You didn’t have all the information.”
She shook her head.
“I should have known.”
I took her hand.
“You can’t punish yourself for not knowing what someone deliberately hid from you.”
She looked at me through her tears.
“How do you always know what to say?”
I gave her a small smile.
“Years of experience saying the wrong thing and learning from the consequences.”
She laughed softly.
Then she leaned against me.
For several minutes, we sat together in the quiet room, surrounded by documents that might finally explain what had happened to her home.
We had arrived looking for answers about a property sale.
We left with a much bigger question.
What had Daniel and Jenna been planning all those years ago?
