“The trust was created before I married Linda.”
Before I could ask anything else, a car door slammed outside.
Victor’s expression changed immediately.
“Who is that?”
He looked toward the kitchen.
“Your mother came back.”
The front lock turned.
I shoved the ring into my pocket, put one arm around Victor, and helped him toward the garage.
Behind us, Mom entered the house laughing with a man I didn’t recognize at first.
Then I noticed the black medical bag in his hand.
Grant Mercer.
The private nurse Mom had insisted Victor needed after surgery.
Mom looked toward the bathroom.
Her smile disappeared.
“Jenna?”
I kept moving.
“Where are you taking him?”
“To the hospital.”
Grant stepped forward.
“Jenna, Victor has been difficult about his recovery.”
Victor lifted his head.
“No.”
It was only one word.
But Grant stopped moving.
I helped Victor into my passenger seat and locked the doors.
Mom reached the garage.
“You’re overreacting.”
I looked directly at her.
