Grace smiled.
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Mom. Stop.”
I looked at the statement.
“I paid my father’s debt.”
Harold stared at me.
“You never told me.”
“He asked me not to.”
Grace suddenly said, “My son has no secrets from me.”
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Harold turned toward her.
“Enough.”
But Grace lifted another document.
“I think this explains it.”
It was a promissory note.
My father’s name was at the top.
Below it:
Grace Whitmore.
The amount:
$75,000.
I stared at her.
“What is this?”
For the first time, Grace looked afraid.
Harold stepped closer.
“Why is your name on a seventy-five-thousand-dollar loan involving Emma’s father?”
“I can explain.”
“You knew my father?”
Grace reached for the paper.
I pulled it away.
“No.”
There was handwriting on the back.
Harold read it.
His face went pale.
“Mom.”
The note said:
