I smoothed the paper out on the counter, my stomach tightening.

Why would Ethan send a registered package to the Bahamas using Ryan’s number?

I took a photograph of the receipt and added it to the folder on my phone.

The house felt too large, the shadows in the corners seeming to stretch as the night wore on.

I knew I couldn’t sleep.

I went back to my laptop and opened a secure browser window.

I searched the name of the offshore bank from the binder: *Apex Global Trust.*

The search results were sparse, mostly forum posts from financial watchdogs warning about unregulated institutions.

One article from a financial news site mentioned the bank was frequently used for high-stakes online transactions that bypassed standard federal regulations.

My phone buzzed on the counter again.

It was another text from the same unknown number.

“We know you’re looking, Sophia. Tell your husband to answer his phone, or we’ll come discuss the balance in person.”

My heart stopped.

They knew my name.

They knew I was involved, and they knew where we lived.