At the bottom of the page was a withdrawal I recognized.
It was the exact amount Daniel once told me we had lost refinancing our home.
“Say it aloud,” I told Richard.
He stepped back.
“Say what?”
“You came this far to wound me.
Don’t whisper now.”
Arthur placed himself between Richard and the table.
“Helen has heard enough.”
“No,” Richard said.
“She deserves the truth.
Dad used her wages to support Eleanor, and Arthur helped him hide it.”
Mira lifted the bank statement.
“That is not what this proves.”
“It proves Dad chose a stranger over us.”
The front door opened behind Mira.
A silver-haired woman stood there holding a worn green suitcase.
Arthur whispered, “Eleanor.”
She looked at me, not at him.
“You must be Helen.”
“And you must be Daniel’s daughter.”
“Yes.”
Richard spread his hands.
“Perfect.
The secret family has arrived.”
Eleanor’s eyes moved to him.
“
