to help us.”
“You forged my name?”
“You said the gym was drowning!”
“I said business was slow!”
“You said you needed money!”
The entire room watched.
Derek looked sick.
Rebecca spoke.
“The sixty-five thousand was deposited into another company.”
“What company?” I asked.
She looked at Claire.
“Northstar Wellness Consulting.”
Derek frowned.
“I’ve never heard of it.”
Claire was crying harder now.
Rebecca handed me the final page.
The owner of Northstar Wellness Consulting was listed under a name I recognized.
Not Claire.
Not Derek.
Melissa Ward.
My stomach dropped.
I looked at Claire.
“No.”
She whispered, “Cole…”
“Who is Melissa?”
Claire covered her face.
Derek looked between us.
“Who the hell is Melissa?”
I already knew the answer.
Or part of it.
Melissa Ward had been Claire’s younger sister.
She died nine years earlier.
Car accident.
At least, that was what I had been told.
I remember holding
