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 The notification said $9,860 had been withdrawn from my reserve fund.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

“Why?”

Diana placed one cup on the bedside table.

“Someone entered the parking garage using Julian’s credentials.”

Audrey felt the hidden phone against her palm.

“Julian is here?”

“We don’t know.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

Diana looked at her more carefully.

“No. It isn’t.”

The fetal monitor continued its steady rhythm, filling the silence between them.

Audrey studied every detail.

Diana’s jacket was buttoned.

Her hair remained neatly tied back.

There was a faint crease between her eyebrows that had not been there before.

“Was Julian released?” Audrey asked.

“He was never formally arrested. He was detained for questioning while the warrants were executed.”

“So he was free to leave?”

“Legally, yes.”

“You didn’t tell me that.”

“I told you he was taken in for questioning.”

“You let me believe he was in custody.”

Diana’s expression tightened.

“That was not my intention.”

Audrey shifted against the pillow, ignoring the pull of the IV in her hand.

“Was Martin Keene at the estate?”

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