“Did you take money out of our daughter’s college fund?”
He looked down at the carpet.
The silence was the confession.
“That was temporary,” he said softly.
Pain went through her chest, sharp.
“Three hundred thousand dollars from your own daughter is temporary?”
“I was going to put it all back once I closed a deal.”
“And if the deal didn’t close?”
He had no answer.
“Maxine trusts you completely,” Gretchen whispered.