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The woman I had trusted with confidential financial records for more than fifteen years.
Samuel looked at me.
“Do you know her?”
I selected YES.
Then I typed another message.
SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND.
I couldn’t believe it.
Evelyn Mercer had been part of my life for nearly two decades.
We had built my company together.
She had attended my father’s funeral.
She had stood beside me at my wedding.
When I became ill, she had visited twice and sent flowers.
I had trusted her completely.
Samuel placed the financial records beside my bed.
“Her name appears on several transfers connected to David.”
I stared.
“She controlled the accounts?”
“Some of them.”
I typed.
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WHY?
Samuel shook his head.
“We don’t know yet.”
I remembered the years of private conversations.
The trust.
The loyalty.
The promises.
I had believed that Evelyn was one of the few people who could never betray me.
