I thought it was just a rash on my husband’s back—until the doctor saw it, turned pale, and whispered, “Don’t go home. Call the police. Now.”

screen lit up with a message from Monica: DID SHE TOUCH THE SAFE YET? WE NEED HER PRINTS BEFORE TONIGHT.

Ethan met my eyes, and the fear there answered everything.

Dr. Patel whispered, “Call the police. Now.”

I did—but not before forwarding the message, photographing the screen, and emailing both to an evidence vault Ethan didn’t know existed.

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