“Well, somebody did.”
Michael stared at her.
“Why are you acting like this?”
“Because your mother just announced she’s taking away twenty-two million dollars in front of everyone!”
I placed the wig on the table.
“You’re very concerned about that number.”
“Of course I am! It was supposed to be our future!”
Michael rubbed his face.
“Can we please talk about Mom’s hair first?”
Sabrina looked away.
I opened my handbag and took out the recorder.
“I brought this because I wanted an accurate record of anything said to me today.”
Michael frowned.
“A recorder?”
“Yes. I started it before I arrived at the church.”
Sabrina stared at the little device.
“Have you been recording us?”
“I recorded the conversations I participated in. I haven’t played anything for the guests, and I intend to ask Avery about any legal use before sharing a recording further.”
I pressed a button.
A brief burst of background noise filled the room.
Then we heard the wedding photographer’s voice.
“Beautiful. Everyone look toward the window.”
A moment later, Sabrina’s voice came through clearly.
I’m impressed. I thought you’d stay home.
Then mine.
You still have a lot to learn about me.
I stopped playback.
Michael looked at his wife.
“Why did you think she’d stay home?”
Sabrina swallowed.
