But one name kept showing up: Cindy’s.
“What do you want?”
“He’s drowning in debt,” Sandra said. “Everything he spent trying to impress Chloe caught up to him. The cars, the trips, the lifestyle, it wasn’t sustainable.”
I stared at her, confused.
“When he realized he couldn’t keep it going, he walked away from my daughter. She luckily didn’t have anything for him to take.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“Before their divorce, Chloe overheard David on the phone with his lawyer, the same man who handled your separation. They were talking about you.”
I unconsciously sucked in a breath.
“He’s drowning in debt.”
“They hired someone to keep an eye on you. That’s how they found out about the trust your parents set up for Cindy.”
I froze.
That trust wasn’t public. My parents had set it up quietly after Cindy was born. Even I didn’t think about it much.
“He needs access,” Sandra said. “And the easiest way to get close to it is through you.”
“No. That’s not… no.”
“Then why now? Why do you think he came back after all these years? He didn’t change, Christina; he adapted.”
“They hired someone.”
I stood up fast.
“You’re lying!”
Sandra didn’t react.
“Then go upstairs. Ask him why he suddenly remembered he had a family.”
I grabbed the folder, my hands shaking, but I didn’t go back to the room.
***
I walked straight out of the hotel, stood by the entrance, and called my dad.
