“I can meet anyone I want!”
“Of course. Including Martin.”
At the time, I had no idea how Martin was connected to our mysteriously opened mail.
“I can meet anyone I want!”
“Who?”
“The excellent lawyer you recommended five minutes ago.”
Evan stepped forward.
“Mom. Were you meeting a divorce lawyer?”
“That’s none of your business!”
“You were talking about my marriage. That makes it my business.”
“Who?”
“He’s an acquaintance.”
“Mom.”
“Fine! I asked him a few questions.”
“About what?”
“About protecting you!”
“From what?”
“About protecting you!”
“From a terrible mistake!”
“Say it.”
“I wanted to understand how it works. The house. The accounts. The savings.”
“Why?”
“Because if she leaves, she could take half of everything!”
Something clicked.
“The house. The accounts. The savings.”
“Wait,” I said.
She kept going. I talked over her.
“Diane. How did Martin know about our finances?”
“What?”
“Our mortgage. Our accounts. How did you know what to ask him?”
