His former business partner had even released a statement to calm the rumors around Joe’s death.
His words haunted me for years.
I could still picture his composed expression as he answered questions about the “convenient timing” of Joe’s death, and how calmly Daniel had suggested that the stress and guilt Joe carried likely led to his heart attack.
It was true, but hearing someone say it like Joe had deserved it broke something inside me.
I had spent years shielding Emma from those ugly stories. Somewhere along the way, I must have done something right.
I had sat beside her and pulled her into my arms.
“That was a beautiful thing you did,” I whispered. “But next time, you tell me. We’ll do it together.”
Now, driving to the school, that memory sat heavy in my chest.
When I arrived, the principal was waiting outside his office.
“Thank you for coming so quickly,” he said.
