He nodded miserably. “Carol owed her a favor. Mom’s address was on the papers so the court mail would go to her. It was supposed to be temporary. I was going to win it back. I was always just one good week from winning it all back.”
“And the anniversary party? The vow renewal?”
He couldn’t meet my eyes.
“When the letter came about your uncle,” he said, “I realized I’d made a mistake. If we were still married, I’d have rights to some of that money. Maybe not half, but something. A lawyer would have to give me something.” He swallowed. “So I thought, if we got remarried, nobody would ever have to know. We’d just be married again, and I could pay everything back with your inheritance, and you’d never find out.”
