Before the officer could step between us, Richard’s hand shot out toward his pocket.

My heart stopped.

He didn’t pull a weapon.

Instead, he produced a small, silver key and threw it across the room.

The key skittered across the polished mahogany table and landed right at my feet.

“Look at the safe in the study at the estate, Emily,” Richard sneered, a cruel smile returning to his face.

“The trust is only the beginning of what I hid.”

The lead officer grabbed Richard’s arm, pulling his hands behind his back.

I stared down at the small silver key resting on the dark carpet.

The metal glinted under the lights, holding a secret I wasn’t sure I was ready to face.

Nathan looked at the key, then at me, his brow furrowed in confusion.

What else had Richard done?

What else was hidden in the dark corners of the Whitmore estate?

The officer pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs.

The cold metallic click echoed in the silent room.

The officers pulled Richard’s arms behind his back and secured the cuffs.

The metal clicked twice, sharp and final.