Malcolm's name appearing in documents.
A year of secret meetings.
Had my son simply lost control?
Or had someone been waiting for him to frighten me into surrendering everything?
***
That night, Kristen appeared at my front door.
I saw her through the security camera.
She looked exhausted.
Her mascara had run.
She kept glancing toward the street.
I didn't open the door.
"What do you want?"
She spoke through the intercom.
"Gloria, please. Trevor doesn't know I'm here."
I remained inside.
"Then talk."
She began crying.
"Malcolm lied to us."
I looked at the camera.
"About what?"
"Everything."
Her voice trembled.
"He said he had proof you were misusing the company."
I waited.
"He told Trevor that Henry wanted him to inherit Cedarline."
"I know."
Kristen swallowed.
"But that wasn't why Malcolm needed the properties."
My heartbeat quickened.
"Then why?"
She looked over her shoulder.
"Because someone offered him forty million dollars for the East Harbor land."
