the mysterious bank letter.
Selina’s words suddenly sounded different.
You don’t know everything.
When Rowan returned from the pharmacy an hour later, I was waiting at the dining table.
Leo slept in his bassinet beside me.
The photocopy lay between us.
Rowan stopped when he saw it.
His expression gave me the answer before he spoke.
“Where did you find that?”
“In our filing cabinet.”
He closed his eyes.
“How much?” I asked.
“Phoebe—”
“How much money have you guaranteed for your mother?”
He pulled out a chair.
“It’s complicated.”
