“You think I’m involved.”
“I think I don’t know.”
The words hurt him.
I saw it.
They hurt me too.
But trust was not a gift I could pretend had not been damaged.
Geoffrey nodded slowly.
“That’s fair.”
It was the first thing he had said that evening that made me think we might still find a way through this.
Martin came over within the hour.
Geoffrey told him everything he remembered.
The restaurant debt.
The supposed investor.
The documents.
The missing emails.
Martin asked precise questions.
“Did any document mention your parents?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Their address?”
“Maybe.”
“Property collateral?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Trusts?”
Geoffrey frowned.
“No.”
“Hawthorne Family Legacy Trust?”
He looked puzzled.
“What is that?”
Martin’s eyes met mine.
Another piece.
Maybe innocence.
Maybe ignorance.
We still did not know.
Martin asked Geoffrey to write down every person connected to the refinancing.
