Three Suitcases Left in the Rain and Nineteen Million Dollars in Cancun
“Let her think that,” I said.
I turned my tea mug slowly, watching the amber liquid swirl.
“If she believes she has completely cleared me out, she will become careless.”
“What about Nathan?” Martha asked.
“Nathan is still blind to what she did,” I said. “He thinks this is all about keeping the business afloat.”
I looked out the window, where the security lights of my old home had just flickered on.
The iron gates at the end of the driveway were shut, locking me out of my own past.
I reached into my pocket and touched the cold gold of the wedding band.
Sable believed she had secured her victory with three suitcases and an eviction notice.
She did not know about the nineteen million dollars waiting in the private trust, or the deed to the Cancun villa safely locked in Frank’s drawer.
I took a slow sip of the tea, my eyes fixed on the distant brick facade.
Looking back at the closed iron gates of the estate.
