a signed statement from Ian admitting he’d used my passwords to divert company funds.
But underneath it was the document that took my breath away.
The funeral records.
Grace and Ian hadn’t just sent me to prison.
They had hidden my father’s body.
And the address written there proved that they hadn’t shown him mercy even after death.
I didn’t go back to Grace’s house that night.
Before prison, I would have kicked down the door. I would have screamed. I would have given Ian exactly the kind of scene
