“I want to sign the custody agreement tomorrow,” he said. “My lawyer will have the final draft ready by nine in the morning.”

“And then what?” I asked.

“Then we figure out how to do this,” he said. “Slowly. If you will let me visit them.”

“We will talk about it,” I said. “After the papers are signed.”

He stood up to leave.

Just as his hand touched the doorknob, the screen on my phone lit up with an alert.

It was a security notification from my laptop in the study.

Someone was attempting to access my secure research drive.

The location of the IP address was showing as the Harrington Energies corporate headquarters.

I stared at the blinking red warning on my screen.

“Blake,” I said.

He turned back.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Your mother isn’t trying to take the boys anymore,” I said, showing him the screen. “She is trying to delete my research.”

Before Blake could answer, the lights in my house flickered once, twice, and then went completely dark.

The security panel on the wall let out a long, high-pitched whine.