“Please believe this,” she whispered.

“I didn’t know they were doing it to you until last night.”

I put the drive into the same inner pocket as the blue folder.

“I’ll listen,” I said.

“But believing you is going to take longer.”

As I pulled away, I saw Sandra’s number flashing across Kyle’s phone through the front window.

My husband had told me I couldn’t manage a baby, let alone a lawyer.

He had no idea that the first person I had called after discovering the blue folder was an attorney who had represented my father twenty years earlier.