She didn’t answer.
I waited twenty minutes, then an hour.
Finally, my phone rang.
I answered immediately.
She didn’t say hello.
“You told him, didn’t you?”
Her voice was thin and tired.
I knew exactly what she meant.
“The engagement party,” she continued. “When I spoke to you by the coats. You told Grayson what I said.”
“Yes.”
There was a long silence.
“I thought so.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you calling now?”
I looked at the folder on my lap.
“Because you were right to warn me. And because I found out something about the apartment and your father’s estate. I think you need to speak to an independent solicitor.”
She laughed once, without any humor.
“Another solicitor. That’s what everyone says when they want me to stop asking questions.”
“I’m not asking you to stop.”
“Then why should I believe you?”
I had no answer that could repair what I’d done.
