“An account that requires both of our physical signatures to release or refinance.”

“If I go to jail, that account freezes permanently.”

“You cannot pay the monthly lien, and you cannot access the funds to save it alone.”

“In thirty days, the bank forecloses on the family home, and there is absolutely nothing you or your resurrected grandmother can do about it.”

The officer yanked Gavin’s arm, forcing him to turn around and walk down the steps.

“Let’s go,” the officer said, leading him toward the exit.

I stood frozen on the stage, the cold harbor wind still whistling through the open double doors.

I looked at Evelyn, whose face had suddenly turned pale.

My phone buzzed again in my hand.

I looked down at the glowing screen.

It was another message from the same unknown number.

“Check the driveway at the estate. You are looking in the wrong direction.”

I stared at the words on the screen.

The sender’s number was masked.

Daniel stepped closer to me, his brow furrowed as he watched the police officers guide Gavin through the double doors of the ballroom.