I froze.
A drawer closed.
Then footsteps.
Melissa appeared at the top of the staircase.
She stopped when she saw me.
Her face went completely white.
For several seconds neither of us spoke.
Then she said:
“Natalie.”
I held up the folder.
“What is this?”
Her eyes dropped to it.
“Where’s Brad?”
“Where is my husband?”
She came down two steps.
“You need to calm down.”
I laughed.
It sounded terrible.
“You’re standing inside my house with paperwork containing a forged version of my signature, and you’re telling me to calm down?”
“I didn’t forge anything.”
“Did you know about it?”
Silence.
That answered me.
“Where is Brad?”
“He left.”
“With what?”
“What?”
“Why was my living room knocked over?”
Melissa looked toward the front door.
“I think you should talk to him.”
“I’m talking to you.”
She stepped down another stair.
“He came back sick.”
My stomach dropped.
“How sick?”
“He said his stomach was killing him.”
Guilt hit immediately.
“Where is he?”
“He was here maybe fifteen minutes.”
“What happened?”
“He got angry.”
“About what?”
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