“Exactly,” I said. “Vivian can’t touch a single dollar without his signature. And he is currently resting in his estate, fully aware of what his daughter-in-law has been doing.”

The tablet chimed.

A red banner appeared across the screen: *Transfer Frozen.*

“It worked,” Marcus breathed out, leaning back against the leather seat. “She’s locked out.”

I stared at the screen, watching the numbers drop to zero.

Eighty-four million dollars, frozen in place.

“She’s going to realize it within minutes,” I said.

“Let her,” Marcus said. “By the time she calls her broker, the airport police will have the warrant.”

I looked down at my lap, my hands finally stopping their tremble.

I thought of Leo, Owen, and Wyatt sleeping safely at my mother’s house.

They didn’t know their entire future had been decided in the back of a moving vehicle on Interstate 90.

They didn’t know the Bradford name was no longer a threat to them.

My phone buzzed again.

This time, the screen showed a contact name.

*Garrett.*

I hesitated before sliding the bar to answer.

“Garrett,” I said.