So I told him.
The wedding.
Vanessa.
The recordings.
Julian.
Harbor Point.
The trust.
When I finally finished, Mark was silent for several seconds.
Then he said, “Claire, there’s something else.”
My heart dropped.
I almost told him I could not survive one more revelation.
“What?”
“Rebecca found another company.”
“What company?”
“I could never prove who owned it.”
“Mark.”
“It was called Seabrook Holdings.”
The name meant nothing to me.
“What does that have to do with this?”
“Money connected to Harbor Point passed through Seabrook for years.”
“To my mother?”
“That’s what I assumed.”
“And?”
“I was wrong.”
I stared into the darkness of my kitchen.
“Who owned it?”
“I don’t know.”
“But you just said—”
“I knew who didn’t own it.”
“Who?”
“Your mother.”
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