Daniel reached for her.
She moved away.
“No.”
The word was barely audible.
Roland stepped closer to her.
“Tiffany, listen to me.”
“Did you know?”
“You knew the family would be compensated.”
“Did you know he used her account?”
Roland did not answer.
Tiffany’s breathing became uneven. She looked at Margaret’s cheek, then at the folder.
“I thought she was choosing to pay.”
Margaret gave a small nod.
“That was the story they told you.”
Tiffany flinched.
The manager said, “There is one more document, Mrs. Bennett. It concerns the event protection policy.”
Margaret held the phone more tightly.
“Read it.”
“The policy was purchased in your name. It provides a cash benefit if the insured suffers a qualifying accidental injury before the wedding date.”
Nobody moved.
The band members looked at Daniel.
Tiffany whispered, “What kind of injury?”
The manager’s voice remained professional, but something had changed in it.
“An injury requiring hospitalization.”
Margaret felt the blood leave her face.
Daniel shook his head.
“That wasn’t me.”
Roland turned sharply.
“Daniel.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
