Then her knees nearly failed beneath her.
Caleb rushed forward immediately.
“Mrs. Whitmore?”
She steadied herself carefully.
“I’m fine.”
She absolutely was not fine.
Her hands shook violently now.
Her lower back throbbed painfully.
The baby shifted heavily beneath her ribs.
But mentally, Emma felt clearer than she had in months.
Then Rachel called again.
Emma answered immediately.
“You heard everything?”
“Every word.”
Rachel paused briefly.
Then spoke carefully.
“Emma… do not go home tonight.”
Emma frowned.
“Because of Grant?”
“Because of those documents.”
A terrible feeling spread slowly through Emma’s chest.
Rachel continued.
“I found the electronic filing copies.”
Emma stared at the folder.
“The signature pages were blank.”
Rachel’s voice became frighteningly calm.
“Not on the filed versions.”
Emma stopped breathing.
“I never signed them.”
“I know.”
The baby kicked sharply.
Rachel lowered her voice further.
“Emma, according to corporate submissions, your signatures were executed three days ago.”
Cold flooded through her body instantly.
Three days ago.
The lunch.
The tea.
The unnatural exhaustion afterward.
