My address.

My phone number.

My bank information.

My husband’s name.

I stared at the screen in disbelief.

Someone had been collecting information about me.

For months.

Maybe years.

Then I saw the final document.

It was a scanned insurance policy.

Liam had taken out a life insurance policy shortly before his death.

The beneficiary wasn’t me.

It was Sarah.

I turned slowly toward my sister.

“Why?”

Sarah began crying.

“I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know?”

“I swear.”

Marcus suddenly walked toward the computer.

“We need to leave.”

I stood up.

“Why?”

“Because if those files are still there, whoever created them knows we’ve accessed them.”

The office lights suddenly went out.

Everything went black.

Sarah grabbed my hand.

Then we heard footsteps in the hallway.

Someone was coming.

Marcus whispered:

“Don’t move.”

The footsteps stopped outside the door.

Then someone tried the handle.

Once.

Twice.

Then a man’s voice came through the door.

“Marcus?”

Marcus looked at me.

I had never seen fear in his eyes like that before.

The voice spoke again.

“You should have destroyed the files.”

And then I heard the door begin to unlock.

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PART 4

The door opened slowly.

A man stepped inside.

I had never seen him before.