“People are trying to destroy me,” he told mutual friends.
But nobody had forced him to open my mail.
Nobody had forced him to falsify my involvement.
Nobody had forced him to create fake emails.
Nobody had forced him to put my name in a federal procurement proposal.
Nobody had forced him to bring his girlfriend into my hospital room while our daughter slept six feet away.
That had all been Daniel.
Part Nine — Grandpa Arthur’s Real Secret
A month after Clara was born, Rachel invited me to her office.
“There is one final trust document.”
My stomach tightened.
After everything that had happened, I had developed an allergy to mysterious envelopes.
“What now?”
Rachel smiled.
“Nothing terrible.”
She handed me a handwritten note from Grandpa.
It was dated two years before his death.
Rebecca,
If you’re reading this, the trust has transferred.
I know twenty million dollars sounds like freedom. It isn’t. Money is only leverage. Freedom is knowing what you will and will not trade for it.
I smiled through tears.
