I didn’t ask how much.

That relationship was not mine to repair or investigate.

“Why are you telling me?”

“Because I used to think you were the person standing between us and a life he had promised.” She swallowed.

“Now I’m not sure the life existed.”

I told her that Grant’s promises were his responsibility, and that I couldn’t help her recover money or decide what to do with him.

She nodded, then removed a small velvet pouch from her handbag.