I married my high school sweetheart at seventy-three to honor his final wish—but after his funeral, his lawyer came to my door and said, “You walked straight into his trap.”
He’d tried to warn her about Raymond siphoning money from her accounts when he let it slip by mistake, but she wouldn’t hear a word against her nephew. When she passed, and Raymond walked away richer, Thomas had kept watching him.
So when he learned I’d moved back and taken the nursing job, with Raymond hovering close, he asked to be continue reading …
