At my sister’s wedding, my parents demanded i hand…

to coerce me into signing over my property. I need you here. Bring the folder.”

I could hear him moving, keys jingling.

“I’m on my way. Where are you?”

“Copley Plaza Hotel. Venetian Ballroom. I’ll be in the lobby.”

“Twenty-five minutes. Are you safe? Do you need police?”

“I’m fine,” I said. My voice was cold. Controlled. “But they need to know who they continue reading …