From the bank, I drove to the storage unit. Exactly where Liam said, taped under an old toolbox, I found a flash drive, another envelope… and a voice recorder.

I pressed play.

Liam’s voice came through calm but firm.

“You have one week to tell Emily yourself.”

Grace was crying.

“I said I’d fix it.”

Ryan’s voice followed, cold and threatening.

“Stay out of it.”

Liam didn’t back down.

“Emily and those kids are my family. You don’t touch what belongs to them.”

The recording ended.

I sat there on the floor, covering my mouth, realizing the truth—Liam hadn’t hidden anything from me.