My father’s law firm.
Then I saw the payment schedule.
A six-figure total.
Money to be released to Noah in installments if he married Gracie and assumed responsibility for her long-term care.
At the bottom were three signatures.
My father’s.
My mother’s.
And Noah’s.
A scream escaped me before I could stop it.
“You sold yourself to marry my sister?”
Noah slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor.
“I know what it looks like.”
“She is in surgery!”
“I know.”
“You stood beside her at the altar while carrying a financial agreement from my parents?”
“Amelia, listen to me.”
“What exactly am I misunderstanding?”
He was crying now.
“I never cashed a single payment.”
I stopped.
“What?”
“Every payment they issued went into an account in Gracie’s name.”
He wiped his face.
“Every dollar. The entire amount belongs to her.”
I wanted to believe him.
