PART 2: I reached for my phone. Corinne’s voice sharpened. “Who are you calling.”
“My attorney,” I said calmly. “It is time to look at everything.”
“You are being dramatic,” she insisted.
But my mind was already shifting into focus. There are moments in life where truth breaks like a dam. You do not choose the flood. You only stand in its path.
It took hours for Everett Shaw, my attorney, to arrive from the city. He carried a folder thick with newly compiled documents. Bank statements. Withdrawals. Property records. He had combed through every file and annotation.
