"Hold on. Something's off." Her eyes narrowed. "What if Jeanette figured out we're after the compensation money and she's pretending not to be home?"
"She told us they'd be back in three days. How are they not back yet?"
Her voice climbed. "I bet she's planning to keep all of Reg's money for herself. She's probably already looking for a new husband to run off with!"
Kay slapped her thigh and let out a sharp cry. "Then we're in trouble! She wouldn't really take my son's compensation and run, would she? That's hundreds of thousands of dollars!"
"Absolutely not! I will not let some outsider walk away with that money! And this house—my son paid for this house! I want it back too!"
"Call her! Right now! Find out where she is! She is NOT getting away with this!"
Even knowing exactly what they were, hearing those words still stung.
To Kay, none of it mattered. Not the years I'd spent at her side, not every meal I'd cooked, not every hospital night I'd sat through. I was still just an outsider.
But at least in this life, my eyes were open. They would never play me again.
Seconds later, Leila's number flashed across my screen.
I let it ring a few times before picking up.