townhouse I had helped pay for.
The same townhouse featured in the brochure he had proudly mailed me.
I suddenly understood why Genevieve didn’t want me there.
It wasn’t because I made her uncomfortable.
It wasn’t because she disliked me.
It was because she didn’t want me looking too closely.
I whispered:
“How much of that townhouse did I pay for?”
Nobody answered.
Richard did.
“Almost all of it.”
My knees weakened.
I grabbed the doorframe.
Benjamin reached toward me.
I pulled away.
“Don’t.”
He froze.
“You let me believe
