“What are you going to do with that, Meredith?” he asked.

“You’re not going to hit me.”

“You don’t have it in you.”

He took another step forward.

The smell of wet wool and alcohol rolled off him.

“I know everything,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

“I know about Blue Ridge Development.”

“I know you took Kelsey’s money.”

He froze.

The smile vanished from his face.

“You don’t know anything,” he whispered.

“I have the bank statements, Trevor.”

“I have the deed draft.”

“You’re putting the cabin in your name only.”

“You’re leaving her with nothing.”

He stared at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The rain poured down behind him, framing him in the doorway.

“She doesn’t need to know,” he said.

“She will know,” I said.

“I’m going to show her every single page.”

He lunged forward, his hand snapping out toward the folder.

I swung the shovel with all my strength.

The metal blade struck his forearm with a dull thud.

He grunted in pain and stumbled backward, slipping on the wet stones of the threshold.