Chapter 5 - The Accountant's Secret
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Claire called Adrian Cross on a Tuesday afternoon.
She had spent two days looking at the card on her kitchen table before finally dialing the number.
He answered on the second ring.
"Claire?"
"How did you know it was me?"
"I didn't. I hoped."
She almost hung up.
Instead, she said, "I need a lawyer who doesn't work for my husband."
"I can arrange that."
"And I need to know why you said my mother owed you nothing."
A pause followed.
"My sister will meet you tomorrow. We can talk after you've met her."
"You're avoiding the question."
"I'm trying not to make you feel that accepting help means you have to hear my life story."
Claire looked at the wooden box on the shelf.
"Fine. Tomorrow."
Adrian's sister, Katherine Cross, met Claire in a quiet office in Milwaukee. She was a sharp-eyed woman in her early forties who specialized in domestic financial protection and emergency relocation.
She reviewed the marital agreement, confirmed that Claire had the right to live separately, and explained how to prevent Damian's companies from freezing or interfering with her personal accounts.
"You have more protection than most people in your position," Katherine said. "But the paperwork won't stop someone from making emotional appeals or using family connections to reach you."
"I don't want his money."
"You may still be entitled to financial support under your agreement. Taking what the law provides is not the same as returning to him."
Claire considered that.
"I need time."
"Then take it. We can establish boundaries in writing."
For the first time in weeks, Claire felt that her life might be something she could manage.
After the meeting, Adrian waited outside.
He had brought no car with tinted windows and no entourage. He wore a plain coat and held two paper cups of coffee.
"Black?" he asked.
"With milk."
He handed her the correct cup.
She looked at him suspiciously.
"I asked Katherine."
"That's almost disappointingly normal."
"I've been accused of worse."
They walked to a nearby park.
Claire told him about her mother, who had worked as a nurse and spent much of her life helping people who couldn't afford proper care.
"My mother believed everybody deserved a second chance," she said. "Even people who had done terrible things."
Adrian looked at the frozen path.
"She was kinder than most."
"You knew her?"
"Not well. I was nineteen when I met her. My sister was sick, and we didn't have insurance that covered the treatment she needed. Your mother helped us find a clinic that would take her."
Claire felt a strange mixture of sadness and surprise.
"She never mentioned you."
"She wouldn't have. She didn't want anyone to feel they owed her."
He explained that his sister had recovered, eventually becoming a lawyer. Adrian had spent years working in dangerous circles before building a legitimate security and logistics company.
"You said you used to do business with Damian."
"I did."
"Was it criminal?"
"Some of it."
"Are you still involved?"
"No."
She studied him.
"Why should I believe that?"
"You shouldn't have to. Look at my records. Talk to people who know me. Decide for yourself."
His willingness to be questioned made her trust him a fraction more.
"What do you want from me, Adrian?"
"Nothing."
"Everyone wants something."
He met her eyes.
"Then I want you to be alive next Christmas. I want you to have a home that doesn't frighten you. And I want you to stop apologizing for being hurt."
Claire looked away.
The wind stirred snow across the path.
May you like
She did not tell him she was grateful.
But she finished her coffee beside him, and when they parted, she did not feel as though she had surrendered anything.
