I grabbed my phone and called Nora immediately. “I found the money files.”
There was a long silence on the line. “Gemma…”
“I am going to that address right now,” I told her firmly.
“Please don’t show up angry,” Nora begged softly over the line.
“So he really is Simon’s son,” I stated, taking a deep breath.
“I didn’t say that,” Nora replied quickly.
“You didn’t have to say it,” I countered coldly.
“Whatever you think Simon did, don’t make Leo pay for it,” Nora urged earnestly.
“I would never hurt a innocent child,” I fired back.
“I know you wouldn’t,” Nora said softly. “That is why Simon trusted you.”
“Don’t tell me what my husband thought,” I snapped before hanging up the phone.
I drove to Oakridge believing I was about to confront living proof that my entire marriage had been built on a giant lie. But the person waiting at that quiet residential address was about to turn my entire theory completely upside down.
