At my two sons’ funeral, my wealthy mother-in-law slapped me in front of everyone and whispered: “You’re next.”

Three months passed in a suffocating blur of grief, legal meetings, and endless police interviews.

The toxicology reports confirmed Emma’s horrific testimony. Victoria had crushed a lethal dose of a specialized, untraceable cardiac medication into the powdered formula before mixing the bottles. Because the babies were twins, sharing identical genetics, the medical examiner initially assumed it was a tragic, simultaneous congenital heart failure.

Victoria was denied bail. She sat in a high-security cell awaiting trial for double homicide.

My divorce from Trevor was finalized on a rainy Tuesday morning.

We sat on opposite sides of a polished mahogany table in a downtown law office. Trevor looked ten years older. He had lost significant weight, his tailored suit hanging off his frame. The Whitmore family empire was hemorrhaging money as the scandal drove investors away in droves.

Trevor signed the final page and pushed the document across the table.

"I miss you," Trevor whispered, his voice cracking. "I miss Emma."

I picked up my pen and signed my name with a steady hand. "You have supervised visitation rights every other weekend. I expect you to be sober when you see her."

"I am sober," he insisted weakly.

"Make sure you stay that way," I said, closing the folder.

I stood up to leave, but Trevor reached out, grabbing the edge of the table.

"Claire, wait," he pleaded. "The police searched my mother’s estate. They tore the walls apart looking for the financial documents Margaret mentioned at the church. They didn't find anything. Margaret won't speak to the authorities without an immunity deal."

I paused, looking down at the broken man who used to be my entire world.

"What does that have to do with me, Trevor?"

"My mother called me from the prison yesterday," he said, his eyes darting nervously. "She asked about a safe. A specific safe she said you have the keys to. Claire, if she’s hiding something else, something worse..."