“Catherine,” he replied warmly. “I was planning to call you next week. How are you holding up?”
“Not very good. Margaret changed the locks on our house. She threw out our things. We slept in my car last night.”
There was a pause, then: “What did she do?”
I repeated, tears threatening to rise again.
“That’s illegal,” Robert said, his voice hardening. “It’s completely illegal. Does she think—” He paused. “Did Ryan leave a will? Is that why you’re calling?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please tell me he did it.”
