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Chapter 3 - Discovery in the Office

That night David did not return early.

He sent a message saying she would stay with her mother to “calm things down” and that I should take the opportunity to think things through, because family matters couldn’t be handled with hysteria.

I saved the message.

Then I also saved Heather’s audio where she was laughing with another woman and saying that finally someone had put Rose “in her place,” before she ended up being just as insolent as me.

I saved the photo of the blow.

I put the dress on the bed.

I put away my freshly washed face, still red from the spit.

But I didn’t just stay inside, holding onto the pain.

While Rose slept, with the warm compress next to her pillow, I went to David’s office and opened the bottom drawer where he kept “work” documents that he always asked me not to touch.

I was a legal assistant.

I had spent years looking at files, policies, powers of attorney, and forms.

I knew exactly what I was looking at when I had it in front of me.

First I found statements from a joint account I didn’t know about, in the name of David and Beth, from which periodic transfers had been made labeled as “school support” and “family contingencies”.

Nothing scandalous, until I checked the origin.

Part of the money came from the account where we were supposedly saving for Rose’s future.

I kept looking.

There was a life insurance policy that had been amended two months prior.

In the event of my death, the designated guardian for Rose was not Rachel, nor my best friend, nor even David with shared supervision.

It was Beth.

I had to sit down.

Not from tiredness.

Horrifying.

Because living with a cruel family is one thing.

It’s quite another thing to discover that they had already begun to legally write themselves into your daughter’s future life as if I were a temporary obstacle.

I also found emails between David and an agent where they talked about “protecting assets” and the advisability of moving certain assets to the name of a family company in case “the situation with Clara gets complicated”.

Clara.

I.

The mother of his daughter.

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Treating me in emails as an administrative contingency.

That chilled my blood in a way that the spitting and the slap had not, because evil ceases to seem impulsive when it already exists on paper.

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