“She said I stick my nose where it doesn’t belong.”
The words made no sense at first.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
Juniper glanced nervously at the door. “She was in your office last night,” she said. “She took papers from the blue folder. I saw her.”
My throat tightened. “How many?”
“Three,” Juniper replied. “I counted.”
The blue folder contained important documents—life insurance papers, house records, and legal files I avoided because they reminded me too much of my wife’s death.
I forced my voice to stay gentle.
“You did the right thing telling me.”
Juniper’s lip trembled. “She said if I told you, you’d choose me and she’d lose.”
My heart cracked in half.
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