“I know.”

“No,” I said, my voice shaking. “You don’t get to say it like that. You sent him there.”

She covered her mouth, collapsing under the weight of it.

The next day, I took everything to a lawyer Liam had already contacted. That hurt more than anything—he had known enough to prepare for not coming back.

The truth came out quickly. Evidence, records, footage. Ryan had followed Liam that night. It wasn’t an accident.

It never was.

Weeks later, Grace came back with money and a box of Liam’s belongings she had taken. She said she wanted something of his.

“Why?” I asked.

Her voice broke.