“Read the email again,” Mac said. “Out loud. Every word, slowly. I want to hear it the way you’re reading it.”
Cloe stood in the kitchen, the phone in her hand, Hannah and Daniel and Eleanor watching her with the particular stillness of people who had just learned, all over again, that the ground under this family could shift without warning.
She read it.
“Mrs. Harlow. We understand you have been in contact with a former board member regarding matters covered under confidentiality agreements. We strongly advise against further involvement, for the protection of all parties, including your husband’s company’s ongoing relationship with this firm. We would welcome a conversation before this becomes a more formal matter.”
She looked at the signature again.
“It’s signed by someone called R
