unexpectedly honest admission in months.
“I know,” I said softly, and ended the call.
The divorce paperwork multiplied: statements, tax returns, deeds, property schedules, transaction records. Nathan established an enormous secure file. Although Aaron and I had shared a bed for three years, our finances had occupied entirely separate worlds. His representatives requested everything, so I provided Marblehead’s deed, investment reports, historical account records, distribution ledgers, and tax forms. Eventually it was time to disclose my grandfather’s stake.
Across the conference table, Nathan warned me what that meant.
“Once we
