I walked him to the door and watched him walk down the hallway to the elevator.

Once he was gone, I locked the deadbolt.

I went back to the kitchen and stared at the silver flash drive on the table.

The board meeting was scheduled for eight o’clock tomorrow morning.

Daniel and Uncle Michael would be there, confident that their version of the truth was the only one that existed.

I picked up the drive and slipped it into my pocket.

Just then, my phone on the table began to vibrate again.

It was an unknown number.

I hesitated, then swiped to answer.

“Elizabeth,” a voice said.

It was Uncle Michael.

“What do you want, Michael?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.

“We need to talk before the board meets tomorrow,” he said, his voice dripping with false concern. “For your own sake.”

“For your own sake.”

“I don’t think my sake is what you’re worried about, Michael,” I said.

The line hissed with static.

“The board has already seen the security footage from the living room,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.