“What happens now?”
“Now we find Saoirse.”
I looked at her.
“Grayson says she’s unstable.”
Imelda gave me a tired, humorless smile.
“People who control a family’s money often have very strong opinions about the relatives who ask to see the accounts.”
For the first time since the wedding, I felt something other than fear.
I felt the possibility that the truth might be larger than my own humiliation.
There was a woman somewhere who had spent years being dismissed by her own family.
A woman who had tried to warn me.
And I had helped silence her.
***
I found Saoirse’s number in an old message thread.
I had never contacted her directly. I had only ever heard about her through Grayson, which made me realize how carefully he had controlled the information that reached me.
I sent a short message.
*It’s Maris. I need to speak with you privately. It’s about your father’s estate, and I owe you an apology.*
