He pressed down hard, rocking the stamp back and forth to ensure a clean impression.

“He’s doing it right now,” I said, my heart pounding against my ribs. “He’s stamping something.”

“Keep the recording of that feed,” Jennifer said. “Save it to the cloud immediately.”

“I am,” I said, my fingers trembling as I tapped the screen to ensure the backup was running.

“I will call you the second I get the document from the lender,” Jennifer said. “Do not contact him, Tessa.”

“I won’t,” I said.

“We have him,” Jennifer said. “Just stay at Molly’s.”

She hung up.

The kitchen was completely silent except for the soft, rhythmic sound of Ivy’s breathing.

Molly set a warm mug of tea in front of me.

“Drink,” she said softly.

I took a sip, but my throat was too dry to swallow easily.

I looked back at the screen.

Brent was folding the piece of paper and sliding it into a manila envelope.

He looked pleased with himself, whistling as he walked back out of the office.

My phone lit up again on the counter, the screen flashing with a new email notification.