Chapter 5: Evelyn Calls
"I know you're at your sister's." Evelyn's voice was composed.
That particular kind of composed that takes practice.
"I think it's time we spoke honestly."
"All right," I said.
"What you've done to this family is not small.
You walked out without warning.
You've left Julian in an impossible position.
And that folder—" A pause, precisely placed.
"Those documents raise serious questions about your conduct over the past six years."
"Which documents specifically concern you, Evelyn?"
"The transfer records.
The account statements.
The fact that you were moving money into Julian's company without his knowledge—"
"He signed every agreement."
Silence.
"Every transfer," I said, "was documented with a signed loan agreement.
Julian's signature.
Witnessed.
Dated.
I have the originals."
"He was under pressure when he signed those.
He didn't fully—"
"He had independent legal counsel review two of them.
His attorney at the time was a man named Douglas Webb.
You can verify that."
Another silence.
Longer this time.
"You've been preparing for this," Evelyn said.
Her composure had shifted slightly.
Something harder underneath it now.
"I've been organized," I said.
"There's a difference."
"You were planning to leave him.
You've been building a case for years."
"I was protecting assets that were mine before I ever met your son.
That's not a plan to leave someone.
That's basic financial sense."
"Don't be clever with me, Claire."
"I'm not being clever.
I'm being accurate."
A pause.
Then, quieter: "He loves you.
Whatever you think is happening, he loves you."
I looked at the wall of Dana's kitchen.
A small framed photo of the two of us from years ago, laughing at something neither of us could probably remember now.
"Evelyn," I said.
"Who is Renata?"
The silence that followed was different from the others.
It had weight.
"A colleague," she said finally.
"She was in my house at eleven o'clock at night."
"Julian needed help with the business paperwork.
You weren't there."
"How long has she been coming to the house?"
"I don't keep track of Julian's professional—"
"How long, Evelyn?"
A breath.
"I don't know what you think you know."
"I think I know quite a lot," I said.
"And I think you do too.
I think that's why you broke into that drawer."
"I did not break into anything.
The drawer was—"
"Locked.
I locked it before I left.
Mrs.
Alderman saw me leave.
She was in her front garden."
The line went very quiet.
"I want you to hear something," I said.
"I am not angry with you.
I understand that you love your son and you want to protect him.
But what you're doing right now — calling me, trying to reframe what's in those documents, telling me he loves me — none of that is going to change what Patricia files this afternoon."
"You've already spoken to an attorney."
"Yes."
A long pause.
When Evelyn spoke again, the composure was mostly gone.
"You'll destroy him."
"He had a choice about that," I said.
"So did you, this morning, when you picked up the phone."
I ended the call.
Dana was leaning in the doorway.
She had heard enough.
"She knew about Renata," Dana said.
It wasn't a question.
"She's known for a while." I set the phone on the table.
"She broke into that drawer because she was looking for something she could use before I could."
"Did she find it?"
"She found the wrong version of the story." I stood up.
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"I need to go see Mrs.
Alderman."
