Agent Hayes held my gaze.

“We’re not making accusations. But her name was found on a secure contact list associated with the network your husband witnessed. We need to know if she’s said anything unusual to you. Any strange behavior? Sudden money? Unexpected trips? New possessions?”

My head throbbed as memories collided—her new car, the spontaneous vacations, the money she’d brushed off as a ‘bonus.’ Details I never questioned because life was overwhelming, and Lily needed all of me.

And now, every overlooked moment felt like a warning I’d missed.

Dr. Clarke placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“Emily… I should’ve told you sooner. I thought the threat had passed.”

I pulled away, overwhelmed.
“And because of that—my daughter is dead.”

He bowed his head, tears sliding down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry.”

Agent Hayes moved swiftly.
“We need to relocate you temporarily until we confirm whether your sister is involved or if her identity was used without her knowledge.”

My knees buckled. “I can’t leave Lily… I can’t leave her gravesite.”

“You won’t be gone long,” Hayes assured. “But right now, you are not safe.”

I looked from one to the other, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs. Inside me, grief and rage twisted together, igniting into something fierce and focused. I wiped my tears, straightened my spine, and said,
“Alright. But I want to be involved. I want to know everything.”

Hayes gave a brief nod.