Chapter 5 - MEGAN CAME HOME BEFORE DAWN
Megan arrived before sunrise still wearing hospital scrubs.
Frank met her at the front door because the children were resting in the living room under paramedic supervision.
One look at his face and she nearly collapsed.
“Dad?”
“They’re alive.”
That was the first thing he said.
Because no parent should have to wait for that answer.
Megan covered her mouth.
“What happened?”
Frank told her.
Not all at once.
No one can survive the whole truth at full speed.
He told her Lily was awake.
Mason was out of the closet.
Emergency services had come quickly.
Then he told her Grant’s name.
Megan went very still.
“No.”
Frank hated that word.
Not because it was wrong.
Because it was hope trying to protect itself.
“He was here,” Frank said.
She shook her head.
“He’s in Milwaukee.”
“Call him.”
She did.
Straight to voicemail.
Again.
Voicemail.
Then she opened her location app.
Grant’s location sharing had been turned off.
Megan’s hand started trembling.
“I don’t understand.”
Frank did.
But he waited for her to get there.
The officers asked whether Grant had access to the house.
Yes.
Garage code.
Back door key.
Alarm code.
Laptop passwords.
Did he know about Adam’s documents?
Megan looked toward Frank.
Then down at the floor.
“Yes.”
Frank felt something inside him sink.
“Why?”
“He was helping me organize things.”
“What things?”
“Estate paperwork. The kids’ accounts. The house.”
Frank said nothing.
Megan began crying.
“He said I needed to stop relying on you for everything.”
There it was.
Separation first.
Control second.
Access third.
Grant had not come at Megan directly.
He had come disguised as relief.
Someone to manage forms.
Someone to answer emails.
Someone to make decisions when grief and work and single motherhood became too much.
Frank knew anger would be easy.
He chose something harder.
“Meg,” he said quietly, “what did he ask you to sign?”
Her face changed.
The same way Mason’s had changed when the closet door opened.
“I don’t know.”
Frank closed his eyes.
“What did you sign?”
“He said they were beneficiary updates.”
“Show me.”
Megan pulled up her email.
There were attachments.
Power of attorney drafts.
Custodial account forms.
A proposed co-management agreement for the children’s trust.
And one document that made Frank’s blood run cold.
A temporary guardianship authorization naming Grant Keller as emergency caretaker if Megan became unavailable due to work, illness, or travel.
It had not been notarized.
Not yet.
But her electronic initials appeared on three pages.
Megan stared at it.
“I didn’t read it.”
Frank did not say what he wanted to say.
He looked toward Lily and Mason instead.
Both children were asleep now, curled against each other on the sofa.
“You need a lawyer,” Frank said.
Megan whispered, “I need to find out what he took.”
Frank looked toward the hallway closet.
He already knew.
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Grant had not come for money in a bank account.
He had come for whatever Adam left in the black box.
