“If you need anything, let me know,” he said quietly before turning and disappearing down the hall. Once the door clicked shut, I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The questions continued to swirl: Who had sent the text?
What had happened to Richard? And most disturbingly, could I trust my own children? I knew I was standing on the precipice of a truth that could alter everything I thought I knew about my family.
But with each passing moment, my resolve hardened. Tomorrow, I would start searching for answers, unraveling the threads of deceit and secrets that Richard had left behind. I had to uncover the truth—no matter where it led.
