an eye on his own father, but he was keeping an eye out for anyone who might harm you.”
A knot formed in my stomach at the mention of Jack. “What are you saying?”
“Jack came to me shortly after your father died, and after you had discovered that you were a clone of Sandra Whitmeyer. He figured out that I was ex-FBI and questioned what I was doing there. I knew, then, that he would let nothing happen to you, no matter who the threat turned out to be.”
I drilled two fingers into my temple. “What about Cathy DeWeese?”
“Your father believed that Cathy and her brother, Roger Wellington, had always had different agendas. And from what I’ve seen, they definitely have unique motives for being at Wellington. But I don’t think they want to do experiments on you. Your father would have told me, or removed them himself, if he ever thought they meant you harm. I think they just want to be a part of using the school and the clones for the betterment of medicine.”
I wasn’t convinced. Dad’s track record spoke for itself. But for now, I would keep Roger and Cathy “closer.” “You say they have unique motives?”
Jonas rubbed the spot on the back of his neck where I had recently removed the tracker from the base of his skull. He was taking in Coach’s and my words, but he remained quiet.
“I’m only speculating here, but instead of keeping your medical healing abilities a secret, I think Cathy and Roger want to exploit them—to use them for financial gain.”
This didn’t surprise me. Cathy DeWeese was a walking advertisement for Coco Chanel and Valentino Garavani. She screamed wealth, and that takes a lot of money.
Jonas tapped his lips before finally speaking. “Roger Wellington is the current president of the boarding school. The school bears his name. Does Lexi’s inheritance change this?”
“That’s up to Lexi. I think that once she hears about the rest of what she’s inherited, she’ll know that she has the power to do what she wishes with the school, and so much more.”
Tight muscles were slowly taking up residence in my neck and between my shoulder blades. “I guess I need to hear the rest, then.” Could I handle hearing more?
Jonas’s hands drifted up to my shoulders and began to rub. I’m here. I’ll help you. We’ll get through this together.
I nodded. But as much as I appreciated Jonas being there—and I did—the person I really wanted was Jack.
Jonas and I took our seats while Coach informed the attorneys we were ready to proceed.
Mr. Finland returned to the head of the table and sat, but Ms. Long stood across from me and wrung her hands.
“Is something wrong, Ms. Long?” I asked.
The attorney pulled a one-sheet document from her stack and handed it to Mr. Finland. “This document is an affidavit, written and signed by your father, witnessed by me, and notarized by a member of my staff. It directs you to hear what I am about to tell you… alone.” The way she said the word “alone” sent a chill down my spine. “After you hear the information, you can decide whom to share it with.”
“Okay,” I practically stuttered.
Coach and Mr. Finland immediately walked toward the door. Jonas leaned down and kissed the side of my head. It’s going to be okay.
The intimacy in his touch felt wrong, but the smoothness of his mindspeak comforted me at the same time. Jonas was giving me what Jack had refused to this morning.
I shook off the feelings of guilt. I had enough to deal with without allowing those useless feelings in.
Ms. Long settled into her chair before pushing another piece of paper across the table.
I glanced down at a list of what appeared to be names of banks and other institutions. Some I had heard of, others I hadn’t. Beside each one was a string of numbers—account numbers. “What’s this?”
“This is a list of accounts where your father accumulated funds and investments before he died. Only a select few people know how to access these
A knot formed in my stomach at the mention of Jack. “What are you saying?”
“Jack came to me shortly after your father died, and after you had discovered that you were a clone of Sandra Whitmeyer. He figured out that I was ex-FBI and questioned what I was doing there. I knew, then, that he would let nothing happen to you, no matter who the threat turned out to be.”
I drilled two fingers into my temple. “What about Cathy DeWeese?”
“Your father believed that Cathy and her brother, Roger Wellington, had always had different agendas. And from what I’ve seen, they definitely have unique motives for being at Wellington. But I don’t think they want to do experiments on you. Your father would have told me, or removed them himself, if he ever thought they meant you harm. I think they just want to be a part of using the school and the clones for the betterment of medicine.”
I wasn’t convinced. Dad’s track record spoke for itself. But for now, I would keep Roger and Cathy “closer.” “You say they have unique motives?”
Jonas rubbed the spot on the back of his neck where I had recently removed the tracker from the base of his skull. He was taking in Coach’s and my words, but he remained quiet.
“I’m only speculating here, but instead of keeping your medical healing abilities a secret, I think Cathy and Roger want to exploit them—to use them for financial gain.”
This didn’t surprise me. Cathy DeWeese was a walking advertisement for Coco Chanel and Valentino Garavani. She screamed wealth, and that takes a lot of money.
Jonas tapped his lips before finally speaking. “Roger Wellington is the current president of the boarding school. The school bears his name. Does Lexi’s inheritance change this?”
“That’s up to Lexi. I think that once she hears about the rest of what she’s inherited, she’ll know that she has the power to do what she wishes with the school, and so much more.”
Tight muscles were slowly taking up residence in my neck and between my shoulder blades. “I guess I need to hear the rest, then.” Could I handle hearing more?
Jonas’s hands drifted up to my shoulders and began to rub. I’m here. I’ll help you. We’ll get through this together.
I nodded. But as much as I appreciated Jonas being there—and I did—the person I really wanted was Jack.
Jonas and I took our seats while Coach informed the attorneys we were ready to proceed.
Mr. Finland returned to the head of the table and sat, but Ms. Long stood across from me and wrung her hands.
“Is something wrong, Ms. Long?” I asked.
The attorney pulled a one-sheet document from her stack and handed it to Mr. Finland. “This document is an affidavit, written and signed by your father, witnessed by me, and notarized by a member of my staff. It directs you to hear what I am about to tell you… alone.” The way she said the word “alone” sent a chill down my spine. “After you hear the information, you can decide whom to share it with.”
“Okay,” I practically stuttered.
Coach and Mr. Finland immediately walked toward the door. Jonas leaned down and kissed the side of my head. It’s going to be okay.
The intimacy in his touch felt wrong, but the smoothness of his mindspeak comforted me at the same time. Jonas was giving me what Jack had refused to this morning.
I shook off the feelings of guilt. I had enough to deal with without allowing those useless feelings in.
Ms. Long settled into her chair before pushing another piece of paper across the table.
I glanced down at a list of what appeared to be names of banks and other institutions. Some I had heard of, others I hadn’t. Beside each one was a string of numbers—account numbers. “What’s this?”
“This is a list of accounts where your father accumulated funds and investments before he died. Only a select few people know how to access these
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