“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.
“You never keep secrets like that for adults,” I said softly. “Not for anyone.”
Juniper nodded as if committing that rule to memory.
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