“Because your father ordered me not to unless the ledger was needed.”
“And now it’s gone.”
Daniel lowered his eyes.
For the first time in my life, I saw shame on his face.
I walked to the empty drawer and touched the smooth metal handle.
Three nights ago, Evan had stood here. In my father’s house. In my father’s vault. He had stolen something he believed could still save him.
No.
Not save him.
Destroy me.
A sound came from the study.
Daniel turned sharply.
Mrs. Alder appeared in the vault doorway, holding a silver tray with an envelope on it.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I forgot. Mr. Evan left this for you.”
My skin prickled.
The envelope was cream-colored.
My name was written across the front in Evan’s hand.
Claire.
Daniel reached for it, but I stopped him.
“No. It’s for me.”
I opened it.
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