My Wife Died Holding a Black Button From My Brother’s Jacket—Then Her Hidden Ledger Led Me to a $41,200 Transfer
Then, quietly:
“I never wanted Hannah hurt.”
I looked at her.
“Who told you I thought she was hurt?”
Lorraine’s fingers tightened around the frame.
“We should leave some questions alone tonight.”
That answer frightened me more than a denial.
Not because it proved anything.