He had an early flight the following day, and Tom had already decided he would drive him to the airport.
“Sarah,” Jake said when I appeared in the doorway.
I nodded toward his suitcase.
“You’re leaving earlier than planned?”
“I think it’s better.”
I looked at him.
“Your uncle knows what happened.”
His face went pale.
“You told him?”
“Yes.”
He sat on the edge of the bed.
“What did he say?”
“He’s hurt. He’s angry. And he has every right to be.”
Jake covered his face with his hands.
“I never wanted this to happen.”
“Neither did I.”
We stood in silence.
Then he looked up.
“There’s something else I need to tell you.”
I felt my stomach tighten.
“What now?”
He reached into his backpack and removed his phone.
“My mother called me last night.”
I waited.
“She told me something about the money.”
“What?”
“Before she sent me the documents, she asked a lawyer to review them. She wanted to know whether she could recover what was missing.”
