Mr.
Hayes waited.
Then he continued.
“Lily also discovered that Jason had changed the beneficiary information on several financial accounts.”
My father stood.
“Changed it to whom?”
Mr.
Hayes looked at Jason.
“Rachel.”
The room exploded.
Rachel stared at Jason.
“You told me those accounts were yours.”
Jason’s voice cracked.
“They are.”
“No,” Mr.
Hayes said quietly.
“They weren’t.”
Jason turned toward him.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I have copies.”
He lifted another folder.
“Bank records.
Property records.
Insurance documents.
Emails.
Text messages.”
My stomach tightened.
My sister had been preparing.
She had known.
Maybe she had known she was in danger.
Mr.
Hayes looked toward my mother.
“Lily contacted me eleven days before her death.”
My mother whispered,
“Why didn’t she tell us?”
Mr.
Hayes’s expression softened.
“She was afraid.”
My heart broke.
Because Lily had always been the brave one.
The woman who called me when she was scared.
