Then, my phone screen lit up with a new text message from an unknown number.

I swiped the screen to open it.

*We have the boys, Clara. Let’s discuss the debt.*

My breath caught in my throat as the car sped into the darkness.

I looked back at the receding lights of the estate, knowing the real war had just begun.

But as I stared at the message, another notification popped up on my screen.

It was a secure email from an anonymous source, containing a scanned document from five years ago.

I opened the attachment, my eyes widening as I read the heading.

It was a copy of the forged divorce decree, but at the very bottom, next to Vivian’s forged signature of my name, was a second signature.

It was Arthur Vance’s notary stamp, but the witness signature belonged to someone else entirely.

It was Audrey Kensington.

My phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the floorboards of the speeding car.

The web was far larger than I had ever imagined, and the people I thought were bystanders were holding the strings.