“You think you can take my company?” he said.

“You think you can take my house?”

“I built everything.”

“You are nothing without me.”

“I’m hanging up now,” I said.

“Wait,” he snarled.

“Check your email.”

“See what happens when you try to take what is mine.”

The line went dead.

I stared at the screen of my phone.

Robert looked up from his keyboard, his eyes questioning.

“What did he say?”

“He told me to check my email,” I said.

My fingers trembled as I opened the mail application on my phone.

A new message had just arrived from an anonymous address.

The subject line was blank.

There was an attachment.

I tapped the screen to open it.

The PDF loaded slowly, the progress bar creeping across the screen.

My heart hammered against my ribs.

The image finally appeared on the screen, sharp and clear.

It was a photograph of Lily and Ethan.

They were holding hands, walking across the playground of their new school here in the coastal town.

The picture had been taken from behind a chain-link fence, the focus slightly blurred by the metal wire.