Her face drained. “How did you find me?”
“Michael.”
For the first time, Rebecca looked frightened. “Who told you that name?”
That’s disgusting.
“Daniel’s mother.”
She closed her eyes. “Of course.”
“What does that mean?”
Rebecca glanced behind her, then stepped aside. “You should come in.”
That scared me more than if she’d slammed the door.
But what I learned inside would prove that almost everything I’d assumed was wrong.
Rebecca looked frightened.
She led me into the living room.
I didn’t sit.
I dropped the transfers onto the coffee table. “Eighteen years.”
“Laura…”
“Three hundred. Five hundred. A thousand. Sometimes more. Almost every month.”
Almost everything I’d assumed was wrong.
“Yes.”
“And Lily was in Daniel’s will.”
Her eyes lifted.
“I saw her name after he died. His mother told me she was some distant cousin.”
“She told you that?”
Eighteen years.
“You sound surprised.”
“I didn’t know what
