I’d noticed unusual expenses and asked Margaret whether she knew anyone who could help me understand what was happening.
“I didn’t have proof,” I said.
“I know.”
Margaret placed a hand over mine.
“But we found some information you need to see.”
Before she could explain, the doorbell rang.
I looked toward the hallway.
Somehow, I already knew who it was.
The second visit
I opened the door.
Rachel stood on the porch again.
This time, Tyler was beside her.
My husband looked pale.
His shoulders were tense, and he avoided my eyes.
Rachel, on the other hand, appeared confident.
“Debra,” Tyler began, “we need to discuss this calmly.”
I stepped aside.
“Come in.”
They followed me to the kitchen.
Margaret was waiting at the table.
Rachel stopped when she saw her.
“Oh. I didn’t realize someone else would be here.”
“My sister,” I explained.
Margaret gestured toward the chairs.
“Please sit.”
To my surprise, they did.
