Roxanne stared at the message on her phone, her blood turning to ice. Your mother ignored the warning. Don't make the same mistake.
Someone knew she'd opened the safety deposit box. Someone had been watching her. The photograph of Grace and Miriam arguing, the contracts, the missing account records—none of it was coincidence.
She shoved the phone into her pocket and locked the documents back in the box. Her hands trembled as she slid the box into her bag.
"Miss Smith?" The bank teller appeared at the door. "Is everything alright?"
Roxanne forced a smile. "Everything's fine. Thank you."
She walked out of the bank, her eyes scanning the street. A black sedan idled across the road. The windows were tinted, impossible to see inside. Roxanne quickened her pace, her heart hammering.
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