That was enough.
The blue folder from the estate eventually reached my desk.
I did not open it immediately.
It stayed beside the ownership register for two days.
Arthur never asked.
On the third morning, I moved it into the personal drawer.
Still unopened.
Maybe I would read it later.
Maybe not.
For years, Julian had trained me to believe every unknown thing needed an immediate answer.
Where had he been?
Who called?
What did Victoria know?
What account was this?
Why did Evelyn defend him?
How much Sterling money had moved?
Was the marriage salvageable?
Could love survive truth?