didn’t know?”
“No. Daniel panicked and changed the records to make it look like Michael had authorized it.”
I stared at her.
For years, Daniel had always told the same story.
Michael betrayed him.
Michael stole.
Michael destroyed everything.
“He framed him.”
“Yes.”
“And Michael found out?”
“He tried to clear his name. Your husband refused to admit what he’d done.”
Rebecca lowered her gaze.
“They fought that night.”
“What night?”
“The night Michael died.”
My stomach tightened.
“The car accident?”
She nodded.
Daniel’s voice suddenly returned to me.
‘Nothing good happens behind a wheel when your head is hot.’
He’d said it whenever I tried driving after an argument.
I’d always thought it was wisdom.
Now it sounded like a confession he had never been brave enough to make.
“So Daniel caused the crash?”
“No. Michael drove away angry, but the crash was an accident.”
“And Daniel let everyone
