For a moment, my mind couldn’t process it. It didn’t belong there—hidden in my sister’s room.
Then I saw the cash underneath. Carefully stacked. And beneath that… a folded note.
I stared at it, hoping it would somehow explain itself.
Andrew spoke softly. “That looks like Mrs. Lewis’s ring… the one she said she lost.”
My stomach twisted.
I unfolded the note.
“Just a few more days… and it’ll finally be ours.”
Nothing about it felt innocent.
A thought hit me hard—what if I had missed something? What if, all these years, I had been so focused on holding everything together… that I hadn’t seen what was really happening?
“Bree,” Andrew said gently, “we don’t know the full story yet.”
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