I looked at Robert as he nervously pushed a cup of coffee toward me. For twenty-eight years, I had trusted this man with everything. Now I knew he had been using my signature to arrange something behind my back. I calmly asked him what the March documents actually contained. His smile disappeared. He claimed they were ordinary financial papers, but I reminded him that I had never been given copies. Suddenly, he became defensive and accused me of questioning his honesty.
I said nothing more. Instead, I placed my handbag on the table and slowly removed a business card. When Robert read the name printed on it, his hands began trembling. He recognized the attorney I had contacted, but he had no idea what she had already discovered.
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