the door.
“Then an attorney can explain exactly what rights everyone has, and we’ll follow the proper process instead of inventing rules in my dining room.”
Richard stepped toward her.
“Please stay.”
For one moment, Susan almost did.
Five years of habit pulled at her.
Then she remembered his words from earlier.
I know.
Richard had known.
He knew who paid the bills.
He knew who owned the property.
He knew his mother had been crossing boundaries.
And he had chosen silence because it was easier for him.
Susan looked
