Chapter 5 — The Son Chooses
My husband, Richard Vance, arrived wearing a perfectly tailored suit.
He looked exhausted.
"Emma..."
I turned away.
He reached for my hand.
"I never wanted this."
I laughed.
"You watched."
"It wasn't like that."
"You watched."
His shoulders collapsed.
"My mother controlled everything."
"And now?"
He couldn't answer.
The detective entered the room.
"Richard Vance."
He stood.
"We have additional questions."
"What questions?"
She placed photographs on the table.
Bank records.
Medical records.
Hidden surveillance.
Insurance policies.
His face drained of color.
"You increased your wife's life insurance two weeks ago."
Silence.
May you like
Then came the handcuffs.
