The $480,000 renovation loan I had signed for the “house we were building together.”
Except the house wasn’t even finished yet.
And apparently… it never would be.
Lena suddenly knelt on the bed above me. The mattress dipped so close to my face that dust fell into my hair.
“I checked her purse,” she said. “Nothing.”
“Try the suitcase,” Mark answered.
A zipper tore open.
Clothes were tossed everywhere.
I realized something horrifying.
If they didn’t find the document… they might decide to wait for me to wake up.
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