My throat tightened.
Even in death, Daniel had known them better than I did.
I pressed play.
Daniel’s voice filled the chapel.
Calm. Tired. Alive.
“If you’re hearing this, Mom probably decided grief wasn’t enough and tried to destroy Elena too.”
A gasp swept through the room.
Vivian swayed.
Daniel continued, “I know about the loans. I know about Grant’s gambling debt. I know you used my company login while I was in Denver. I know you forged Elena’s name on the transfer request because you thought everyone would believe she was greedy.”
Grant lunged.
Two of Daniel’s coworkers blocked him before he could reach me.
The recording continued.
“I met with Attorney Claire Donovan on Tuesday. Copies of the documents are with her, with the bank’s fraud unit, and with Detective Harris. Elena doesn’t need to prove anything. I already did.”
Vivian whispered, “Turn it off.”
I didn’t.
Daniel’s voice softened.
“Elena, I’m sorry I didn’t protect you sooner. Noah, buddy, if you’re there, hold your mom’s hand. She’s stronger than all of them.”
Noah slipped his hand into mine.
That was when I almost broke.
But Vivian made the mistake of speaking.
“This is fake,” she said. “She made this. She poisoned him against us.”
The chapel doors opened.
