“I wish.”
My hand stopped over the trash bag.
“What happened?”
“I need you to come to my office.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“Sophia and Leo?”
“They’re not in immediate danger.”
That sentence did not comfort me.
Because lawyers only say immediate when there are other kinds.
“What is it?”
Naomi was quiet for two seconds.
Then she said, “The forensic team recovered Audrey’s deleted cloud archive.”
“We already had enough.”
“Not this part.”
I looked toward the stairs.
Sophia’s voice floated softly from the nursery as she sang Leo down.
“What did they find?”
Naomi exhaled.
“A payment ledger.”
My jaw tightened.
“From who?”
“That’s why I need you here.”
“Naomi.”
Another pause.
Then her voice lowered.
“The account that paid Audrey did not belong to your mother.”
I stepped away from the kitchen window.
Outside, a black SUV sat across the street.
Engine running.
Windows tinted.
