My breath caught in my throat.

The ticket was for a flight from Denver to Panama City, departing tomorrow morning at 6:15 AM.

Passenger name: *Lucas Vance.*

There was no second ticket.

There was no seat selection for Chloe.

I went back to the messaging app and searched for other folders.

The cloning tool had also pulled Lucas’s messages to another number—a burner phone he had been using to coordinate the banking details.

The burner phone messages were not sent to Chloe.

They were sent to a contact labeled *Melanie H.*

*“The girl thinks she’s coming with me,”* Lucas had written to Melanie.

*“She’s been useful for keeping Anne distracted, but she’s too unstable.”*

*“Once the money hits the Swiss account, I’m blocking her number.”*

*“Meet me in Zurich on the tenth.”*

I stared at the screen, the cold light illuminating the dark truth of my marriage and my family.

Lucas wasn’t taking Chloe to Panama.

He was using her as a shield, letting her believe they were running away together so she would keep me occupied.