nine years, Gwendolyn seemed to understand that I possessed far more legal knowledge and leverage than she had anticipated.
She quickly changed strategies.
“Your mother loved Daniel, and she wanted him taken care of for the rest of his life.”
“She certainly did,” I replied quietly.
“And Chloe is his daughter too,” Gwendolyn added quickly.
My grip tightened around the phone.
At that moment, I genuinely believed she was simply defending Chloe’s right to comfort.
Only later would I realize she had been testing how much information I had uncovered.
