PART 2 — THE FILE ADRIAN HID BEFORE HE DIED
The next line made my hands go completely numb.
“I know Sophie was involved.”
I read it again.
Then again.
I couldn’t make sense of it.
Sophie was my sister.
She had held me while I cried after Adrian’s death.
She had cooked meals for my children.
She had slept on my couch because she didn’t want me to be alone.
How could Adrian possibly have suspected her?
I turned the page.
There was another note.
“I didn’t want to believe it either.”
“That’s why I started checking the accounts myself.”
The next few pages were bank statements.
Several large transfers had been made from an account connected to Adrian’s work.
At first, the transactions looked ordinary.
Then I noticed the destination account.
It belonged to a company I had never heard of.
But the registered address…
was my sister’s address.
My heart began pounding.
“There’s no way.”
Adrian had written another sentence beneath the statements:
“Follow the money.”
I continued searching through the envelope.
There were photographs of Sophie meeting someone outside a hotel.
Another photograph showed her entering a bank.
Then I found something even worse.
A copy of an insurance document.
Adrian had recently increased his life insurance coverage.
The beneficiary wasn’t me.
It was Sophie.
I dropped the paper.
“No…”
His boss was standing across the room.
He quietly closed the office door.
“Claire,” he said, “there’s something else you need to know.”
I looked at him.
“What?”
“Adrian came to me three days before the accident.”
“Why?”
“He was afraid.”
My throat tightened.
“Afraid of Sophie?”
He shook his head.
“Not just her.”
He opened another drawer and pulled out a small flash drive.
“Adrian told me that if anything happened to him, I was supposed to give this to you.”
I stared at it.
“What is on it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then why haven’t you opened it?”
“Because Adrian specifically told me not to.”
He placed the drive in my hand.
“He said only you should see it.”
I held it tightly.
Then my phone vibrated.
A message from Sophie.
**Where are you?**
A second message arrived almost immediately.
**We need to talk.**
I looked at the clock.
Then at the flash drive.
Something inside me told me not to answer.
Instead, I drove home.
I waited until my children were asleep.
Then I connected the flash drive to Adrian’s old laptop.
One folder appeared.
It was labeled:
**IF I DON’T COME HOME.**
My heart hammered as I opened it.
There were several videos.
The first one showed Adrian sitting at his desk.
He looked exhausted.
He stared directly into the camera.
“Claire, if you’re watching this, I’m probably gone.”
I covered my mouth.
“I need you to listen carefully.”
“I didn’t have an accident.”
I froze.
Adrian continued.
“My brakes were tampered with.”
Tears filled my eyes.
“I discovered someone inside Westbridge was moving money illegally.”
“I thought I knew who was responsible.”
“But I was wrong.”
He paused.
Then he looked toward the camera.
“The person helping them is someone you trust completely.”
The video ended.
I sat motionless in the dark.
Then another video started automatically.
This one was recorded from a security camera.
It showed Adrian’s car parked outside our house the night before he died.
A figure approached the vehicle.
They crouched near the front wheel.
Then walked away.
I leaned closer to the screen.
The person turned slightly.
Enough for me to see their face.
My blood ran cold.
It was Sophie.
I immediately grabbed my phone.
I was about to call the police when another message appeared.
This time, it wasn’t from Sophie.
It came from an unknown number.
**STOP WATCHING THE VIDEOS.**
Then another message arrived.
**YOUR CHILDREN ARE NOT SAFE.**
I stood up so quickly the chair fell behind me.
I ran toward my children’s bedrooms.
Both doors were open.
They were asleep.
I checked the windows.
Locked.
The back door.
Locked.
Then I heard a sound from downstairs.
A soft click.
Like someone had just opened the front door.
I froze at the top of the stairs.
Someone whispered from below.
“Claire…”
It was Sophie’s voice.
But Sophie had never told me she was coming over.
I slowly reached for my phone.
Then the lights downstairs came on.
And I saw her standing in the hallway.
She looked directly at me.
In her hand…
was the same photograph Adrian had hidden in the safe.
She whispered:
“You weren’t supposed to find that.”
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