closed the door.
Friday morning, instead of going to Kayla’s company closing, I went to Rachel’s office.
Bank representatives were there.
So was the buyer’s attorney.
My parents and Kayla were there too.
Dad looked furious.
Kayla looked terrified.
Mom looked as though she had aged another decade overnight.
Rachel began.
“My client disputes all signatures attributed to her concerning K Reed Wellness.”
Dad slammed his palm against the conference table.
“This is ridiculous. Natalie knew about the company.”
“I knew it existed,” I said. “That’s not the same thing.”
