He stared back at her.
Neither of them spoke.
The bank manager said, “Arthur specifically instructed us that any attempt to move more than fifty thousand dollars without your physical presence at the bank would trigger an immediate review.”
My stomach tightened.
I knew Arthur had arranged protections.
I did not know every detail.
That had been deliberate.
Three months before he died, he had taken my hand at the kitchen table and said something that had annoyed me at the time.
“Margaret, I’m not telling you everything.”
I had frowned.
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