Don’t trust Ryan. Don’t trust Caldwell.
If you’re reading this, they found me.
Go to Harbor Point before dawn. Bring only Logan.
Caldwell extended his hand.
“Let me see that, Ethan. Could be blackmail.”
“One more step,” Ethan said quietly, “and you won’t touch anything in this house again.”
The room went cold.
Security locked the wing down.
Ryan tried to smile. “You’re letting a stranger manipulate you.”
“Interesting,” Ethan replied. “You say that like you know what’s happening.”
Lily told the rest.
Two men had come looking for Olivia.
She had escaped minutes before.
If Lily didn’t hear from her within a day, she was supposed to find Ethan at the cemetery.
Olivia had been watching him from afar.
She knew he’d keep coming.
Before leaving, Ethan checked the drive.
Bank transfers. Shell companies. Forged signatures—his signatures.
Millions missing.
This wasn’t fear.
It was something bigger.
At Harbor Point, the old summer cabin stood waiting.
The place no one valued.
The place where they had once been happy.
Inside, there was no Olivia.
Just a recorder.
Ethan pressed play.
Her voice filled the room.
“If you’re hearing this… it means I didn’t make it in time.”
She explained everything.
The foundation’s accounts.