She was waiting.

From the bank, I drove to the storage unit Liam and I had rented years ago.

I played the recorder first.

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Taped under the old toolbox, exactly where he said, were a flash drive, another envelope, and a voice recorder.

I played the recorder first.

Liam’s voice came through calm and tired. “You have one week to tell Emily yourself.”

Grace was crying. “I said I’m going to fix it.”

“With what money?” Liam asked.

Then Ryan spoke, flat and ugly. “Stay out of it.”

Liam answered, “Emily and those kids are my family. You do not get to touch what belongs to them.”

That night I set a trap.

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Grace’s voice came back, panicked now. “Ryan, stop.”

The recording cut off.

I sat there on the concrete floor with my hand over my mouth.

For weeks, part of me had wondered whether Liam had hidden something from me.

He hadn’t.

He had been protecting us.

That night I set a trap.

Grace opened the folder.

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I told Grace I’d found some paperwork from Liam’s office and didn’t understand any of it. I said I was too exhausted to deal with legal stuff and asked if she could look through it after dinner.

She tried to sound casual. “Sure.”

I left copies of the papers on the dining table and went into the hallway with my phone.

Grace opened the folder. I watched her face lose all color.

Then she grabbed her phone and made a call.

The second Ryan answered, she whispered, “She has it. Liam kept copies. I told you he would.”

For a long moment, neither of us said anything.

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I stepped into the room.

Grace dropped the phone.

For a long moment, neither of us said anything.

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