The age she was talking about was her father being 70, and me, two years younger.
I held her gaze and said calmly, “I have my own house, my own money, and I’ve already had one great love. This is not about taking.
It’s about choosing.”
Laura winced as if I’d touched a nerve. I knew there was much more to her protests, so from that moment on, I made a conscious decision. I began to investigate.
Since we were getting married in the summer last year, Robert had secretly given me access to his finances to arrange everything.
As I went into his accounts, I started noticing something strange.
There were bank letters Robert didn’t remember and payments he was confused about.
And sometimes, Laura would say things in front of him like, “Dad doesn’t need to worry about paperwork anymore.”
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