By Monday.
By Monday, I could have been dead.
By Monday, Ethan could have stopped crying.
The room seemed to close in around me.
Nathan looked as if he wanted to punch through the wall.
Detective Bennett quietly gathered the pages.
“Emma, based on what we have, your statement matters. But you should know this investigation is no longer only about neglect. We’re looking into whether your husband intentionally abandoned you while knowing you were in medical distress.”
I nodded slowly.
“Does Ryan know I’m alive?”
“No.”
The answer struck the air like a lit match.
“Not yet,” she continued. “We wanted your statement first. And there is another reason.”
“What reason?”
Detective Bennett glanced at Daniel.
Then at Nathan.
Again, that look.
My heart began pounding.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
Nathan exhaled and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Emma, before Mom died, she changed her trust.”
I blinked at him.
“What?”
It was the last thing I had expected to hear.
Our mother had died eighteen months earlier. She had left behind what I believed was a modest estate. A house that had been sold. Some savings. A few family heirlooms. Mother-in-lawgifts
Nathan looked pained.
“She didn’t want to tell you while you were pregnant. She was worried Ryan would find out.”
“Find out what?”
Daniel turned away from the window.
His face gave nothing away.
Nathan reached into his bag and took out a folded document.
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