“Don’t you dare touch that phone,” I said.

Richard smiled, his thumb hovering over the screen.

“And what are you going to do, Evie? Tell her the truth? Do you think she’ll thank you for destroying the only reality she’s ever known?”

He tapped the screen.

The line began to ring, the faint sound of the dialing tone audible in the quiet kitchen.

Rose took a step toward him, her hand coming out of her pocket, holding something small and metallic.

It was a key.

“I still have the safety deposit key, Richard,” she said. “The one with the original signatures.”

Richard stopped, the phone still pressed to his ear.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at the brass key in her hand.

“That box was emptied years ago,” he said, but his voice lacked its previous certainty.

“The papers were,” Rose said, a small, desperate spark of hope in her eyes. “But the logbook wasn’t. The bank records who accessed it. And they record the payments you made to my father’s creditors from your corporate account.”

The phone in Richard’s hand clicked as the call went through.