“Elizabeth submitted the documents yesterday evening,” he said. “The house, the accounts, Albert’s car—all the legal assets. You’d signed off on everything earlier this week. I just need your sign-off on the life insurance form now.” Gwen went silent. She could hear the sound of her own breath.
She didn’t even say goodbye. She hung up and dropped the phone on the counter. Her heart raced. The invoices. The sticky notes. The signatures. Her hands shook as her mind replayed the scene—Elizabeth standing over her, calm, reassuring. Gwen had signed everything. And she hadn’t read a word.