It was a public court filing from five years earlier involving a man named Daniel Mercer who had been accused of participating in a fraudulent loan scheme.
The case had been dismissed after the principal witness failed to appear.
Andrew opened another document.
A photograph appeared.
The man in it was older than the picture on Kayla’s social media account, but there was no mistaking him.
Daniel.
I sat down slowly.
“Does Kayla know about this?”
“I don’t think so.”
I stared at the screen.
“Why would she trust someone with a history like that?”
“Because he gave her what she wanted to hear.”
Andrew closed the laptop.
“And because he found out what she was afraid of.”
I looked toward the stairs.
My sister had spent three weeks trying to prove that my husband was capable of betrayal.
