Heather blinks at me and then laughs a little. “You know, you’d think I would have made a list by now. I’ve had so many questions pop into my head over the past few months, and now that I’m sitting here with you, not even one of them comes to mind. Any except how. How did he do this for so long?”

“Okay. First of all, I’m just going to tell you what I know, which is both a lot and not enough all at the same time. I know that doesn’t make any sense, but it’s true.”

“Well, I know nothing, so I’m all ears.”

“I married him just out of high school. You probably met him that summer.”

“So, he wasn’t twenty-two when I met him.”

I blink at her and then laugh. “No. No, he would have been eighteen. He must have had a fake ID. How old were you?”

“Twenty-five,” she says.

“From what I can tell, Joey had girlfriends all over the country. He did travel for work, although given everything, I don’t know what that work was. Maybe it wasn’t work at all, who knows. He traveled, and he fucked around. After he died, I found roughly twenty-five women for sure that I know he was with during our marriage, and there may be more. Hell, one of them even showed up to the funeral and accosted me after it.”

“Oh my God,” Heather whispers. Her blue eyes round in horror, and her hands shake as she presses them to her mouth. “Maggie, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m fine,” I say honestly. “I really am. Now, how have you been getting by if Joey never gave you child support?”

“I have a job,” she replies. “And I have family. My fiancé is amazing. Once we’re married, he’ll adopt Connie.”

“Good.” I nod slowly. “That’s good. I’m glad for you, I really am. Heather, Joey left you money.”

Her hands fall to her lap. “What?”

“He hid money. A lot of it. And on all of the accounts, he listed you and Constance as the beneficiaries.”

She frowns and shakes her head. “He never said anything about any money. Is it a small life insurance policy or something?”

“No. It’s several accounts of no less than two hundred thousand dollars each.”

I watch her face carefully. I want to see the reaction.

I want to see if she already knows.

Her mouth opens, and then she simply reduces to tears. She folds in on herself, sobbing, and before I realize what I’m doing, I hurry over to her and pat her back.

My eyes find Cam’s. He looks frustrated, like I shouldn’t have told her everything I know, but what do I have to lose?