I married a man forty-one years my senior for his fortune—After his funeral, his lawyer handed me a box and said, “He made sure you received exactly what you deserved.”…

M

argaret’s expression sharpened.

“No. **You destroyed yourself.**”

He spun toward her.

“Don’t.”

“You sold client files.”

“I was protecting us.”

“You were selling blackmail material to criminal groups.”

“I was building leverage!”

“You were building a graveyard.”

Russell spoke weakly.

“Margaret found out.”

She nodded.

“Eleanor found out too.”

Claire’s mother.

Claire stared at her.

“You knew my mom?”

“She helped me escape.”

The room fell silent.