Margaret went completely still.
Caleb reached into his jacket and pulled out his phone.
Ryan watched him unlock it.
“I prepared the drafts,” Caleb said. “Your mother sent me copies of documents that already had your signature. She told me you had approved the arrangement and couldn’t come in because Claire would cause a scene if she knew.”
Ryan’s face hardened.
“You copied my signature?”
Caleb swallowed.
“I placed the signature image where she told me to place it.”
Margaret hissed his name.
He ignored her.
Then he opened a message thread.
I couldn’t read it from the bed, but Ryan could.
His eyes moved slowly down the screen.
Once.
Twice.
Then he held out his hand.
“Give me the phone.”
Caleb handed it over.
That was the moment Margaret lost control of the room.
Not when I showed the recording.
Not when Ryan saw my bruises.
