“How long?” I asked.

“For the financial crimes alone, Walter is looking at twenty years,” Reyes said. “Patricia and Logan are looking at ten to fifteen.”

I looked at Jake, whose hand found mine under the table.

His grip was warm and steady.

The nightmare was finally beginning to unravel, but the weight of it still hung heavy in the room.

“We have filed the emergency motion to evict them from your property,” Reyes said, handing Jake a set of legal papers. “The court should sign it by tomorrow morning. You will have your home back.”

“It won’t feel like home for a while,” I whispered.

“We will make it ours again,” Jake said, looking down at Owen, who was stretching his tiny arms.

Just then, the heavy oak door of the conference room swung open.

An assistant rushed in, her face pale.

“Agent Reyes,” she said, her voice shaking. “We have a problem.”

Reyes stood up quickly. “What is it?”

“It’s Walter,” she said, holding out a tablet. “He just posted a video online from the holding facility’s visitor room.”

My heart stopped.