“You told me those were approved by the CFO!” Isabel wrote.

“They were,” Julian lied. “But the documentation needs to be clean.”

I took a screenshot of the exchange, saving it to my local drive.

Harrison stirred, his eyes fluttering open.

“Mama?” he murmured.

“I’m here, sweetie,” I said, putting the phone face down on the table.

I smoothed his hair back from his forehead.

“Are we going to the beach?” he asked.

“Soon,” I said. “Just a little longer.”

My phone vibrated against the wood, a single, sharp buzz.

I picked it up, expecting another text from Lydia.

Instead, it was an email alert from our joint bank account.

Julian had just initiated a wire transfer of eighty thousand dollars to a private account in Delaware.

He was moving the liquid assets.

I opened my laptop, my fingers flying across the keyboard to block the transfer using the joint-holder authority Lydia had verified for me.

Before I could click the button, a text message came through from an unknown number.

It was an image.

I tapped it.