“Robert, what is going on?”
For the first time, he looked at me very seriously.
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A woman was already waiting for us.
She smiled and addressed me by name.
“Mrs. Margaret, these documents need your signature.”
I turned toward Robert.
“What documents?”
He placed a blue folder on the table.
“Open it.”
My hands were trembling.
The first page was a bank statement.
There was only one name on the account.
Mine.
I stared at the number, unable to understand what I was seeing.
Every pension payment I had received over the years was there.
Almost none of it had been spent.
But then I noticed something else.
Beside nearly every deposit was another transfer.
From Robert.
I lifted my head.
“What is this?”
He sat beside me.
“Your money.”
“But you always said…”
“I know what I said.”
He took a deep breath.
