Ethan made a low, choking sound in his throat.

“Frozen?” Ethan whispered, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter. “The entire portfolio?”

“Every account tied to Lawson Enterprises,” Samuel said.

The deputies led Margaret out into the cold night.

She didn’t look at Ethan, and she didn’t look at me.

Olivia stepped forward, holding out her wrists to the remaining officer.

“I am ready to go,” Olivia said, her eyes red with tears.

“Thank you, Olivia,” I whispered.

She gave me a brief, sad nod before the officer led her out to the second cruiser.

The cabin grew quiet again, the flashing police lights still painting the walls in rhythmic pulses of red and blue.

Julian walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s over, Claire,” he said softly. “The truth is out.”

I turned to the crib and picked up my son, holding him tight against my chest.

He felt warm and breathing, his small fingers brushing against my collarbone.

“Not yet,” I said, looking over at Ethan.

Ethan was staring out the window at the disappearing police cars, his face twisted in panic.