You were planning possibilities concerning property you don’t own and children you don’t parent, while trying to persuade me to sign papers that would make the plan easier.”

Eleanor picked up the folder.

Then put it down again.

Her carefully controlled expression began to crumble.

“Who gave you those recordings?”

I looked at her.

“Someone who didn’t want my family hurt.”

Her face tightened.

Then Oliver reached suddenly toward my phone, which lay beside the folder.

I moved it away.