My knees nearly gave out. “Maren… my god.”
“I knew Clara was alive. I tracked the fraudulent transfer papers from the hospital three weeks after you threw me out,” Maren continued, turning to face me. “But I had no money. No power. The police thought I was a bitter, delusional ex-wife. So, I played the part. I let Tessa think she broke me. I let her think I was starving in the dirt. Because when a monster thinks you’re dead, they stop watching you.”
I stared at the woman I had once promised to protect. The fire I had thrown her into hadn’t burned her to ashes; it had forged her into titanium.
“I’ve been hacking Whitmore’s offshore accounts for six months,” Maren said, tapping the laptop. “I have the money trail. I have the medical orders Grant signed. I have it all. But I couldn’t get past their physical security at the clinic to get my daughter. I needed a Trojan horse.”
