"Kristine Kathryn Rusch - Remodeling" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rusch Kristine Kathryn)

As if she were at his beck and call, as if the business she had just closed—the dreams she had just abandoned—we
and not hers.

“I'll check,” she said, and hung up. She was shaking. He had no reason to move money from the business account.

But there had been a lot less in it than she had thought there should be, and their savings had seemed low, too. Her f
for leaving the money in his hands. Her fault for trusting him.

From now on, she would trust only herself.

She reached her car, got in, and leaned against the steering wheel. She wasn't sure she was strong enough to contin
would be so much easier to go home and let the events fall where they might.

But she had already started the ball rolling. And if she stayed, she would be blamed as much as Rick. Who would
believe, in this day and age, that a businesswoman had closed her eyes to everything financial, had let a man ruin her
life—and so many others—so effortlessly?

People would say that anyway, but she wouldn't be around to hear it. And she would do her best to make restitutio
returning to testify if she needed to.
 She took a deep breath and realized that the shaking had stopped.

Progress. She was making a lot of progress.

She started the car and drove out of the parking garage. Her last stop was nearby, and then she was done.

One afternoon's worth of work, and her life would be different forever.

***

Ada sold her car—their car—to a used-car dealer for a fistful of cash. She toyed with getting a new one, one that w
be completely hers, but she didn't want to put herself in any kind of debt, not when her future was so uncertain.

She wasn't even sure she would go back to interior decorating. She might take a new job in her new home—where
that would be. She was getting tired of improving the appearance of things without solving the problems underneath.

After she finished at the car dealership, she took a bus to the train station and bought a ticket with cash. She didn't k
how long it would take Rick to be arrested, and she didn't want him to trace her.

For a while, she wanted to be completely on her own.

When they started calling her train, she grabbed her purse and her laptop and headed for the tracks. Halfway there,
stopped. She rummaged inside her purse for her cell phone and studied it for a moment.

It was her last link. More than the wedding ring she still wore on her left hand, it was the thing that bound her to Ric
Conversations she didn't want, irritations she didn't need, requests that were so inappropriate, she couldn't believe he'd
them—or that she'd listened.

She threw the phone into a nearby trash bin and boarded the train, feeling lighter than she had in years.