The silence didn’t last long.

My phone on the tray table buzzed again, a sharp vibration against the metal surface.

I picked it up, expecting another call from Grant.

Instead, it was a text message from an unrecognized number.

I opened the message and read the words on the screen.

*Tessa, it’s Brielle. Grant is planning to leave the state with the baby if he gets the temporary order tomorrow. He has a flight booked to Miami for Friday.*

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the glowing screen.

Brielle Kane, the woman who had been wearing my grandmother’s ring, was texting me.

I stared at the text message, my thumb hovering over the glass screen.

The rain outside was hitting the window pane harder now, a steady, rhythmic drumming.

Brielle had been Grant’s accomplice, his mistress, the one who wore my family’s heirloom.

But now, as Grant’s financial house of cards was falling, she was turning on him.

I quickly typed a reply.

*How do you know this, Brielle?*

A few seconds passed, the typing indicator bubbles appearing and disappearing on the screen.