REBECCA’S POV
I heard the doorbell at two-seventeen.
I was in the study with Olivia’s documents and three pages of notes I had been building since the previous evening’s dinner conversation—the information Edmund had given me without knowing he was giving it, the three pieces I had typed into my phone at the kitchen table and had been working with ever since.
The Meridian concern.
The Callaway Partners name.
The folder.
The folder was the one I kept returning to.
Requires your attention, said with the specific carefulness of a man who was managing information he did not want me to reach.
It had been in the locked drawer for over a week.
It was not about the business structure. Olivia’s mapping accounted for everything in his professional world that required protection, and nothing
