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Chapter 10

That night, Leo slept in my bed with Thomas’s old sweatshirt tucked under his cheek.

The house was quiet in the unbearable way houses become quiet after funerals.

No boots by the door.

No low laugh from the kitchen.

No Thomas telling Leo to brush his teeth in his “commander voice.”

Only the hum of the refrigerator and my son’s uneven breathing.

I sat beside the bed and stared at my empty hands.

The police had the phone.

The recording.

The screenshots.

The locked files.

They had not told me what came next.

Maybe they did not know yet.

Maybe Thomas’s words would change everything.

Maybe they would only confirm what fear had already begun to shape.

I replayed the first line in my mind until it stopped sounding like language and became a door.

If anything happens to me, Victoria—

Not Mom.

Not my mother.

Victoria.

Formal.

Deliberate.

Distant.

A dead man drawing a line.

My own phone buzzed near midnight.

A message from an unknown number.

It was Paul.

Claire, I gave my statement. Thomas was worried. I should have pushed harder. I’m sorry.

I stared at the words.

Everyone was sorry after the door opened.

Before that, silence had been easier.

I walked to the living room and looked at the folded funeral program on the table.

Thomas Morgan.

Husband.

Father.

Veteran.

Beloved son.

That last phrase made my stomach turn.

Beloved son.

Maybe once.

Maybe in public.

Maybe in the version Victoria needed printed.

But the recording had begun with her name.

And tomorrow, somewhere in a police evidence room, Thomas’s voice would continue.

I did not know what it would reveal.

I did not know whether it would explain the money, the threats, the final days, or the fear he carried without giving fully to me.

I only knew this:

Victoria had humiliated me beside his casket because she thought death had silenced him.

Then an eight-year-old boy raised his father’s phone.

May you like

The chapel heard one unfinished sentence.

And in that moment, every person who had believed her began wondering what else Thomas Morgan had died trying to say.

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