At the restaurant, David behaved like the loving husband he wanted everyone to see.
He pulled out my chair and ordered wine for me without asking.
I never touched it.
“You’ve seemed tired lately,” he said. “I’m worried about you.”
“I’ve been worried too.”
Then I slid a folder across the table.
David opened it.
The color disappeared from his face.
Inside were copies of his fabricated notes, Marcus’s payment records, the guardianship documents, and the correspondence concerning the cabin.
“I know about Marcus,” I said quietly. “I know you’re trying to have me declared incapable so you can control and sell my property.”
David quickly regained his composure.
“Rachel, you’re misunderstanding what you found.”
“Am I forgetting things again?”
His voice hardened.
“You entered my office. Anything you took is inadmissible.”
“I didn’t need anything from your desk. Marcus gave a formal statement. The payment records came from his account, and the guardianship papers were filed with the court.”
