The male agent near the hallway took a step forward, his hand resting near his belt.

“Ryan Vance,” Agent Vance said, her voice dropping.

“We need you to step away from the sideboard.”

Ryan didn’t move.

His eyes were completely wild now, his skin sweating despite the draft in the room.

“This isn’t fair,” Ryan shouted, his voice cracking.

“It was Ethan’s idea to use the trust.”

“He said she was stupid.”

“He said Sophia would never find out.”

“Shut up, Ryan,” Ethan hissed, his hands curling into fists.

“Shut up!”

“Mr. Ethan Vance, please keep your hands where we can see them,” the other agent said, moving closer to the table.

The room felt incredibly small.

The air was thick with the scent of Linda’s perfume and the cold, damp smell of the rain outside.

Linda looked at me, her eyes narrow and filled with hatred.

“You think you’ve won,” she whispered.

“You think you can just throw us away.”

“I am protecting what is mine,” I said.

Agent Vance reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a folded document.