Celeste caught my eye and gave a tiny, nearly imperceptible nod.

Then she turned and walked out of the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

Grace stood up and zipped her briefcase.

“We will expect the signed trust documents by nine o’clock tomorrow, Mrs. Whitmore,” Grace said.

“They will be delivered,” Margaret said.

She did not look up as we walked out.

The hallway was quiet.

The hum of the air conditioning was the only sound.

We walked toward the elevators.

I looked down at Lily, who was still asleep, her small thumb tucked near her mouth.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.

As we waited for the elevator, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I pulled it out.

It was a text from an unknown number.

*He has ten times more than what his mother knows about,* the text read.

*I have the routing numbers. Meet me at the coffee shop on 4th in ten minutes.*

I looked down at the diaper bag.

The silver flash drive was sticking out of the side pocket.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.