She unlocked the bottom drawer and removed a sealed envelope.
My name was written across it.
Inside was a legal document dated twenty-six years earlier.
A trust agreement.
The beneficiary was listed as:
EMILY PRICE.
My birth name.
Beneath it was the estimated value of the trust.
Forty-eight million dollars.
I stared at the number until the page blurred.
Then I noticed the names of the trustees.
RICHARD PRICE.
ELEANOR PRICE.
And one final name.
MARGARET PARKER.
My mother had been controlling my inheritance for twenty-six years.
Before I could speak, my phone rang.
Detective Harris.
I answered.
“Emily, where are you?”
“At my mother's house.”
His voice became urgent.
“Get away from her.”
My heart stopped.
“What?”
“We just finished interviewing Eleanor Price.”
I stared at my mother.
She had gone completely still.
Detective Harris continued.
“Eleanor told us something about Margaret.”
I could barely breathe.
“What?”
“She said Margaret wasn't the woman who rescued you from Richard Price.”
