My Mother Made Me Serve Drinks At My Brother’s Wedding

across the table. “This is a financial agreement. The life insurance policy, which you fraudulently claimed, will be transferred to a trust for Sergeant Albright’s son’s medical care. You will be given a stipend—enough to rent a small apartment and buy groceries. Nothing more.”

Eleanor stared at the papers in disbelief. “A stipend? I won’t live like continue reading …