He exhaled.
“Because I wanted to know whether this was just an attempt to provoke me or something more serious.
I also knew how much you wanted to help her.
I didn’t want to destroy your relationship with your sister based on a few minutes of audio.”
I understood his reasoning.
I also wished he had trusted me enough to let me decide what to do with the information.
“Next time,” I said, “tell me.”
He nodded.
“Next time, I will.”
I rested my head against his shoulder, but the comfort I expected never arrived.
There was too much I didn’t know.
Who was Daniel?
How had he obtained my personal information?
And why had Kayla been so certain that making me doubt Andrew would convince me to sign whatever she wanted?
The answer, I would soon discover, was far worse than I had imagined.
That afternoon, Andrew called the bank using the number printed on my debit card.
