“The one holding the trust account Declan set up to protect you,” she said.

“Which your father seems not to know exists.”

Chapter 3 — The Trust I Didn’t Know About

I went very still on that porch.

Through the open front door I could see my father crossing the living room toward Declan’s old desk, pulling open the main drawer, already going through my dead husband’s private papers as if they were his to search.

“There’s more you need to know, and quickly,” Miriam went on, her words coming fast and even.