Celeste stood abruptly.
“You don’t understand what you’re interfering with.”
Before I could answer, a strange sound rolled across the fields behind the farmhouse.
A deep mechanical thudding.
The windows began vibrating.
Uncle Raymond came running from next door.
Celeste’s attorney rushed toward the window.
Outside, a black helicopter descended beyond the maple trees, sending waves through the tall summer grass.
The side door opened.
A man stepped down.
Tall.
Dark-haired.
Familiar.
Even after two years, I recognized him instantly.
Adrian.
He was carrying an envelope.
My envelope.
Celeste whispered, “
