“Where did you get these?”
“From my safe.”
She opened the folder again.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Then she looked up.
“Benjamin knows these exist?”
“I don’t think he remembers.”
Sandra sat back.
“Oh, he will.”
Inside the folder were copies of everything.
Every loan.
Every signature.
Every transfer.
Every promise.
Years earlier, Benjamin’s business had nearly collapsed.
