at the little white apron on the island.
Make your own money.
The cruelty of it was suddenly almost unbelievable.
But Paige wasn’t finished.
“She replaced my account before I turned twenty-five.”
Lauren looked up sharply.
“Yours?”
Paige nodded.
“She had used part of mine too. Not as much. She put it back after her investments did well.”
“And mine?”
“She never restored yours.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
Lauren laughed once.
It was a terrible sound.
Then Paige said:
“There’s more.”
Of course there was.
Rebecca had discovered the records
