The Folder My Father Left

Chapter 6 — What Emlyn Knew

My mother’s glare snapped to me.

“You’ve been recording me?”

“Since Dad told me you would do this,” I said.

Brock stepped back from the window.

“Emlyn knew?” “My father knew far more than you think,” Bettina said, sliding a page across the table.

The woman with the laptop quietly closed it.

Mr.