my attorney.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like we’re strangers.”
I gazed through the window.
“Strangers don’t usually forge each other’s signatures.”
Silence.
Then he sighed.
“You don’t understand.”
“Explain it.”
“The business situation got complicated.”
“Which business? Stratford Medical Technologies or the fake company you created?”
His breath caught.
“Who told you about that?”
“Does it matter?”
“Rowan, listen carefully. If you give me half the money from the house, I can fix everything.”
There it was.
No apology.
No regret.
Only a demand for money.
“Half?”
“Yes.”
