“Yes,” I whispered. “I do.”
I continued.
Daniel wrote that he had discovered irregularities in the farm accounts shortly before his final illness. Payments had been redirected. Vendor names had been altered. Someone had used his electronic signature.
He did not know who was responsible.
But he suspected the fraud involved the same insurance network that later introduced me to Victor.
On the flash drive, he had saved copies of records.
His final paragraph made my breath catch.
Do not assume the person smiling across the table is your friend. Do not assume family will choose love over money. Protect the land, protect yourself, and remember that kindness without boundaries becomes permission.
I pressed the letter against my chest.
Daniel had tried to warn me.
Not about Marcus specifically.
Not about Rachel.
About my greatest weakness.
I mistook endless forgiveness for love.
Priya inserted the flash drive into an isolated computer.
