Celeste's POV:
Just then, Corwin's phone rang in his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID and drew in a sharp breath.
I did not need to look to know exactly who it was.
Corwin shot me a long, conflicted look before hurrying out of the bedroom with the phone in his hand. Afraid I might try to escape, he locked the door from the outside with his key.
The moment he was gone, I sprang into action, searching every corner of the room. Finally, tucked away on the highest shelf inside the wardrobe, I found a small safe.
I tried their parents' birthday as the passcode. The lock clicked open.
Inside was a personal accident insurance policy made out in my name, with Aaron listed as the sole beneficiary. I pulled out the document and used my phone to take clear photos of every page.
When I was
