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The photograph was not of Lucas.
That was the first thing my mind registered, and for one strange second, relief flickered through me.
Then I looked closer.
It was a picture of our house.
Our front door.
Our porch.
Taken from across the street, slightly angled, as though whoever had taken it had been sitting in a parked car under the maple tree near Mrs. Bellamy’s mailbox.
My breath caught.
The photo showed me and Lucas leaving the house together that morning, each of us dressed for the airport. Lucas was smiling. I was looking down, pretending to search for something in my purse. It was ordinary enough, almost dull.
Except someone had been watching us.
I enlarged the image with trembling fingers.
In the reflection of the living room window, barely visible behind the porch column, was a figure standing near the side gate.
A woman.
Dark coat. Sunglasses. One hand resting on her rounded stomach.
Melanie Harper.
I stared until my eyes burned.
My phone buzzed again.
Another message.
“Don’t transfer the money yet.”
The room seemed to tilt.
I looked from the phone to my laptop screen, where the confirmation button still waited.
$720,000.00
One click.
One second.
A decision that could change everything.
I wanted to press it. Every instinct in me screamed to protect what was mine before Lucas could touch it. But the message had sliced cleanly through my anger and left uncertainty behind.
Who was this person?
How did they know what I was about to do?
My thumb hovered over the keyboard.
“Who is this?” I typed.
Three dots appeared almost immediately.
