part2
“Insurance forms,” he answered too quickly. “Medical reimbursements. Probate issues.”
“Our children were infants,” I replied evenly. “They didn’t have an estate.”
His jaw tightened.
Evelyn tapped the papers impatiently. “Sign them, Hannah.”
I opened the folder. The forms transferred control of the insurance payout entirely to Ryan. Another document granted him authority over any future legal action connected to the twins’ deaths.
A laugh escaped me.
It sounded bitter and ugly.
Evelyn narrowed her eyes. “Be careful.”
Ryan leaned toward me. “Nobody believes you anymore. The doctors think you were unstable. Everyone saw you lose control at the funeral. Mom has witnesses.”
“To what?” I asked calmly.
“To your breakdown.”
I glanced at his left hand.
No wedding ring.
He had already taken it off.
That was the confirmation I needed. He thought the story was over.
So I picked up the pen.
Evelyn smiled smugly.
Then I signed the wrong name.
