“Can we get fries?”
“Yes.”
Ben looked so excited you’d think I’d offered him a puppy.
Grace frowned slightly.
“I thought I was already making—”
“I know,” I interrupted gently. “Thank you. I just need to get them out for a little while.”
Instead, I dropped the kids off with our neighbor Nina, telling her I had errands to run and might completely fall apart if anyone asked questions.
She hugged me without hesitation and took the children inside.
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Then I drove straight to the bank.
Because my name was also attached to the children’s accounts, the manager allowed me access to the records.
Liam had frozen the accounts two days before his death.
No withdrawals without my approval.
Suddenly Grace’s behavior after the funeral made perfect sense.
She hadn’t simply been helping me.
She’d been waiting.
From there, I drove to the storage unit Liam and I rented years earlier.
Exactly where he said it would be — taped beneath the old toolbox — I found another envelope, a flash drive, and a small voice recorder.
My hands trembled as I pressed play.
Liam’s voice filled the tiny storage unit.
“You have one week to tell Emily the truth yourself.”
Grace sounded panicked.
“I said I’ll fix it.”
“With what money?” Liam asked coldly.
Then another voice spoke.
Ryan.
“Stay out of it.”
Liam answered immediately.
“Emily and those kids are my family. You don’t get to touch what belongs to them.”
Grace’s voice cracked.
“Ryan, stop.”
Then the recording abruptly ended.
I sat on the concrete floor with my hand over my mouth, barely breathing.
For weeks, some terrible part of me had wondered whether Liam had been hiding secrets from me.
But he hadn’t betrayed us.
He had been trying to protect us.
That night, I decided to test Grace.
I casually told her I’d found confusing paperwork from Liam’s office and asked if she could look through it after dinner because I was too emotionally exhausted to deal with legal matters.
She agreed a little too quickly.
I left copies of Liam’s documents on the dining room table, then stepped into the hallway with my phone recording.
The second Grace opened the folder, all the color drained from her face.
She immediately grabbed her phone and called someone.
When Ryan answered, she whispered frantically:
“She found it. Liam kept copies. I told you he would.”
I stepped into the room.
Grace nearly dropped the phone.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then she whispered my name.
“Emily…”
“No.”
Tears instantly filled her eyes.
“Please let me explain.”
“You can start by answering one question,” I said. “Did you steal money from my children?”
She collapsed into a chair.
“I was going to replace it.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
She looked shattered.
“Ryan came back desperate. He said terrible people were after him. He threatened that Mia could get dragged into everything if I didn’t help. I panicked.”
“So you stole from me?”
“I convinced myself it was temporary,” she whispered miserably. “I know how awful that sounds.”
I stepped closer.
“Did you tell Ryan Liam had proof?”
Grace shut her eyes.
“Did you?”
Finally, she nodded.
