Automatically.
Triggered by their access.
Grace opened it.
A letter.
Scanned.
Handwritten.
Her father’s handwriting.
The first line read:
GRACIE, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, THEN THEY HAVE FINALLY COME FOR THE TRUST.
Grace’s vision blurred.
Not from tears.
From adrenaline.
She scrolled.
The second paragraph was worse.
DO NOT TRUST THE PERSON WHO BRINGS YOU THIS LETTER.
She stopped.
Declan went still beside her.
Rebecca whispered, “Grace…”
Grace kept reading.
YOUR HUSBAND KNOWS PART OF THE TRUTH.
HE DOES NOT KNOW ALL OF IT.
HARBOR CROWN IS NOT THE BUYER.
NORTHSTAR IS NOT A CONSULTING COMPANY.
AND THE PATENTS WERE NEVER THE MOST VALUABLE THING I LEFT YOU.
Grace’s hand began to shake.
For the first time that night.
At the bottom of the scanned page was one final sentence.
Short.
Underlined twice.
THEY WILL WAIT UNTIL YOU HAVE A CHILD.
Grace instinctively covered her stomach.
