Or someone wanted me to believe he had.
A cold sensation moved through my body, separate from the pain.
“Where did you get this?”
Margaret folded her arms.
“From an attorney.”
“Which attorney?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“It became my concern when you brought fraudulent documents into my hospital room.”
“Fraudulent?” She laughed. “Ethan signed them.”
I looked again.
The room tilted slightly.
“No.”
“He finally accepted what the rest of us have known for years. You’re unstable, Olivia. Secretive. Controlling. You disappear for days and refuse to explain where you’ve been. You contribute nothing. You don’t socialize. You barely speak at family events.”
I had disappeared because federal security protocols occasionally required it.
I refused to explain because the cases before me involved organized crime, public corruption, and credible threats against court officials.
