“You didn’t know because you were in such a frantic rush to hide everything from me that you failed to do basic due diligence,” I told him.

Rachel stood up from her chair, her eyes shining with tears.

“I am not moving into that mansion, Russell.

I will pack our bags, take Sadie, and leave Minnesota tonight.”

“You cannot simply disappear into the night with a sick child and no financial safety net,” Russell protested.

“I would rather sleep in my car than live in a house that was set up as a trap for your family,” Rachel cried.

I looked at Rachel, saw the pure, raw terror in her eyes, and the anger still in my chest softened into something far more protective.