She’d shown me sections of a blue record book listing transaction dates, names, and handwritten instructions.
Although frightened, I’d insisted on copying the records.
Rebecca remembered helping me place those copies in a blue folder, together with a note I’d written because I feared Preston might convince me I’d misunderstood what I’d discovered.
As she spoke, fragments returned.
Rain against my windshield.
A blue folder on the passenger seat.
Preston standing beside my car, speaking in that patient voice he adopted whenever he wanted me to question my judgment.
He’d claimed his father was experiencing temporary financial difficulties and involving outsiders would humiliate the family. PlanFamily Trips
I remembered desperately wanting to believe him.
That realization hurt most.
Rebecca explained that I’d hidden the copied records before Preston could retrieve them, though she never knew exactly where I’d placed everything.
She only remembered me mentioning Lily’s old kindergarten backpack and an appointment notebook containing a reminder.
