Nor did it mean I could instantly convict them of attempted murder just because the physical narrative pointed to it.

I called Sarah.

“I need a personal favor.

Save every text I send you and log it on a secure drive.”

I forwarded screenshots of Mark’s messages, a copy of the life insurance policy from my cloud files, and his text from that morning.

Then I called my sister, Rachel, to pick up Lily at a nearby gas station.

When Rachel arrived, my daughter clung to my waist.

“Are you going back inside?”