Liam’s next note said that was a lie.
Ryan had come back broke and desperate after a failed business deal. He owed money to men he was scared of. Grace had been feeding him money, telling herself she was protecting her daughter from his chaos.
Then I found the line that made my hands shake.
A week before the crash, someone left a note under my wiper: Drop it. Think of your wife.
For one sick second I just stared at her.
At the bottom of the page, Liam had written: If Mark gives you this, go to the storage unit. Toolbox. Underside. Don’t tell Grace.
I looked at Mark. “Did Liam think Ryan would hurt him?”
Mark rubbed a hand over his face. “He hoped not. But he was worried enough to leave me that envelope.”
I drove home in a daze and saw Grace through the kitchen window making pancakes with the kids.
For one sick second I just stared at her.
Then I went in smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.
“Who wants lunch out?” I asked.
Then I went to the bank.
Ava looked up. “Can we get fries?”
“Yes.”
Ben gasped like I had offered him a pony.
Grace frowned. “I thought I was making—”
“I know. Thank you.” I kept smiling. “I just need to get them out for a bit.”
