They had spent the whole summer acting careful. My mother clipped coupons in front of me and sighed over grocery prices. My father shook his head when I suggested one quiet weekend away together, like I had asked him to buy a second house instead of share a motel room and a diner breakfast. “This summer we’re staying in,” Mom told me. “It’s just too much.” I believed her because believing them had become a reflex, even after years of little disappointments. They knew I kept one reserve account for emergencies, and they knew my health was the reason I guarded it like oxygen. At 3:08 in the morning, my phone buzzed hard enough to wake me. The notification said $9,860 had been withdrawn from my reserve fund. I sat up so fast the room tilted, opened the banking app, and watched my own life turn into someone else’s vacation. There were first-class flights to Mykonos. There was a luxury suite, a private driver, designer shops, spa treatments, and restaurant holds that cost more than my rent. Every charge use

Diana looked toward the rear doors.

“It’s still at the estate?”

“I think so.”

“Was the key inside?”

Audrey nodded.

Diana immediately called one of the investigators.

“Locate Audrey Vale’s handbag in the east bridal restroom. Do not open it until it is photographed and logged. I want the security key isolated.”

She ended the call.

Audrey felt another contraction beginning.

“This doesn’t make sense.”

“Don’t think about it now.”

“Someone used my credentials.”

“We’ll find out who.”

“What was in the spreadsheet?”

Diana hesitated.

That hesitation frightened Audrey more than the answer.

“Payments linked to three public construction grants,” she said. “The funds passed through Northstar Restoration and then into private investment accounts.”

“Whose accounts?”

“One belonged to Julian.”

Audrey stared at the ceiling.

“And the others?”

“Beatrice Sterling.”

Diana paused.

“And Owen Mercer.”

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