“What caused that injury?”
I swallowed.
That one was harder.
Henry’s study had remained almost untouched since his death.
His reading glasses still rested beside the lamp.
An unfinished crossword puzzle remained inside his desk.
Michael knew how much that room meant to me.
He went through it anyway.
I played the final video.
Michael was opening drawers while Rachel carried folders.
I entered.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for insurance documents.”
“Those aren’t insurance documents.”
He pulled out a red folder.
Henry’s estate documents.
Trust amendments.
Account information.
A private letter.
I reached for it.
Michael pulled it away.
Rachel stepped between us.
When I tried to move around her, Michael pushed me backward with his forearm.
My heel caught the rug.
My forehead struck the corner of the bookcase.
I fell.
Rachel screamed when she saw the blood.
Michael stared down at me.
Then he said the words that changed everything.
