This can’t be an accident
“I believe you,” Robert said at last, his voice low, carrying a weary edge. He rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand, like the weight of the discovery pressed physically against him. “But this doesn’t feel right.” His eyes darted toward the window, scanning instinctively. “You don’t just stumble on this kind of money by accident.” Megan hugged her arms tightly around herself, shivering, though the house was warm, fear biting colder than air.
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