I married a man forty-one years my senior for his fortune—After his funeral, his lawyer handed me a box and said, “He made sure you received exactly what you deserved.”…

“I added it.”

Russell looked at her.

“When?”

“While you were busy pretending to be dead.”

For the first time, I saw something like respect between them.

I selected it.

**TRANSFER TO FEDERAL CUSTODY.**

Russell exhaled.

Hayes shouted, “Emily, don’t!”

I pressed CONFIRM.

 

The server room filled with mechanical clicks.

Hayes lunged.

Daniel tackled him.

The transfer began.

1%.

7%.

12%.

Then the power went out.

Complete darkness.

Margaret whispered, “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

A red emergency light flickered.

The transfer froze.

18%.

Then a phone rang.

Russell’s phone.

He looked at the screen.