I felt fingers close around my hand, lifting it gently but firmly. Something cold and smooth pressed against my thumb, and even in my haze I understood what was happening.
“Hurry,” Lorraine said sharply. “Move every account. Do not leave anything behind.”
Raymond exhaled, sounding relieved. “After this, we leave. We tell her the loss was too much, that we could not cope. She will be broken enough not to question it.”
He hesitated briefly before adding, “Then we can finally start over.”
I lay there, fully aware yet utterly trapped, listening as the people I trusted dismantled my life piece by piece while believing I was too weak to notice.
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