Marissa’s smile became cruel.
“No,” she said. “We think you’re alone.”
Trent laughed.
“Daniel’s halfway across the world. By the time he knows anything, Mom will already have everything secured.”
Evelyn stepped closer.
“You trapped my son with that innocent face and cheap perfume. You’re going to sign these papers. Then you’re going to leave before Daniel comes home.”
I wiped my lip. That made Evelyn’s eyes narrow.
“Why are you smiling?”
Because the camera above the bookshelf was recording. Because my phone had been recording from the moment they arrived. Because three weeks earlier, Daniel had emailed me copies of every legal document he signed before deployment—including one document Evelyn had no idea existed. I was not helpless. I was waiting. I looked at the papers again, then back at Evelyn.
“No,” I said.
