I went in.
The house seemed almost unchanged.
Until I got to the living room.
There was a thick file on the table.
Margaret pushed him towards me.
“Before you ask me to rebuild something with you, you have to find out the truth.
- What truth?
“The reason Michael told you I protected you all my life.
I felt a lump in my stomach.
Why are you talking?
Margaret sat down.
- Your firm.
What’s with her?
It was never just your company.
I laughed confused.
Margaret, I founded it.
- No.
My smile froze.
- What?
You built it. There is a difference.
Margaret opened the file.
There were old documents inside.
Some were over twenty-five years old.
I recognized my signature.
Then I saw another name.
- Edward Whitmore.
Margaret’s father.
- My father-in-law.
What does your father have to do with this?
- All .
I remembered the beginnings.
Margaret and I were newlyweds.
