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 The notification said $9,860 had been withdrawn from my reserve fund.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

“The spreadsheet,” she said.

“It could have been planted,” Diana replied.

“To force the warrants forward.”

“Yes.”

Seraphina looked between them.

“Why?”

Audrey’s thoughts came quickly now.

“To create confusion. To make the investigators move before they were ready. To place everyone in one location.”

“The wedding,” Diana said.

Audrey nodded.

“Three hundred guests. Executives. Public officials. Contractors. Family members.”

Seraphina went pale.

“You think the wedding was used to gather people together?”

“I think someone knew exactly who would be there.”

Diana took out her phone.

“I’m ordering full reviews of every guest and employee.”

A nurse stepped into the room.

“I’m sorry, but Mrs. Vale needs rest.”

Diana nodded.

“We’re almost finished.”

The nurse checked the monitor and adjusted the IV.

“Five minutes.”

After she left, Seraphina looked again at Owen’s image.

“Where is he?”

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