I stopped with my hand on the door.
“What does it say?”
“They believe it may explain why he insisted on bringing her and the baby into your house rather than arranging somewhere else for them to stay.”
My mouth went dry.
“Why?”
“Because the document refers to your property address.”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
“What about it?”
Margaret paused.
“Your house was listed as the proposed location for a meeting involving Richard, Adrian Vale, and two individuals whose identities have not yet been confirmed.”
I looked around the hallway.
The room was silent.
“Was the meeting supposed to happen Saturday?”
“Yes.”
I closed my eyes.
The movers.
The suitcases.
The baby.
The public announcement.
Richard had not merely wanted to humiliate me.
He had wanted the house occupied, the visitors expected, and the arrangement to look like a domestic inconvenience rather than a business meeting.
