“But accuracy matters.”
“Property, signatures, and sworn disclosures are not matters that can be handled through pressure or assumption.”
The word pressure seemed to reach Ruth.
She glanced at Andrew.
He did not look at her.
As the clerk gathered the exhibits, I closed my folder.
My hands had begun to tremble.
Not from fear.
From the exhaustion of holding too much inside for too long.
Andrew rose as I picked up my briefcase.
“Mara.”
I paused.
He walked toward me, stopping several feet away.
His attorneys watched him cautiously.
His parents watched me.
“What did you mean when you said you protected the company?” he asked.
I looked at the man I had loved for seven years.
“The company was going to fail.”
“You knew?”
“I knew the numbers were wrong.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I did.”
He frowned.
“You told me we needed to reduce expenses.”
