It hadn’t started with the wedding.
She gave Edmund a small nod, and the attorney stepped forward with a thick black folder.
No one in the packed ballroom moved.
Even the catering staff stood frozen along the walls, silver trays held like statues.
“Emerson,” Rosalind said softly.
“Three weeks ago, I received a security alert from my private bank.”
He closed his eyes.
“What kind of alert, Mom?”
“Someone tried to access my confidential portfolio using your personal security information.”
His eyes flew open.