I blinked. “Wait....what? Take them with me? To the Bennetts?”
“Yes,” he said simply.
“Marcus,” I scoffed. “They haven’t seen me in years. And you want me to just show up and say, ‘Hey, want to come back with me to my house where my charming husband stole everything from me and might potentially be dangerous?’ Come on. Nobody’s going to agree to that.”
“Monique,” he said firmly, “if you want this plan to work, it has to include a few trusted people. You don’t have to tell your aunt or your cousin anything. Not unless your life is actually in danger, which, right now, it isn’t. We’re talking about backup. Presence. Witnesses.”
I sighed, unsure, but listening.
“Let’s just go there, what do you have to lose from the little trip?” he continued. “You see them. Spend two days with them. Get
