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Chapter 1 - MOM SAID YOU’D RUIN DAD

Elias Warren was under his daughter’s bed when he learned his wife had been teaching their fifteen-year-old child how to lie to him.

There was nothing dramatic about why he was there.

He had come home early from a construction site outside Columbus because rain shut down the concrete pour. Josephine had complained for weeks that the center support beneath her bed squeaked every time she rolled over, so Elias changed out of his boots, found his socket wrench, and crawled beneath the frame.

He had been tightening the final bracket when the bedroom door opened.

Josephine came in.

Elias almost called out.

Then he heard her crying.

Not ordinary teenage crying.

Terrified crying.

He stayed still.

Josephine dropped onto the edge of her pink-and-white bed in her green school dress, backpack landing beside her shoes.

Her phone was pressed tightly against her ear.

“Please stop calling me,” she whispered. “Mom said you’d ruin Dad if I told him.”

Elias stopped breathing.

A male voice answered through the phone, too muffled for him to understand.

Josephine began shaking.

“I didn’t tell anybody.”

Another pause.

“No.”

She wiped her face.

“I said I wouldn’t.”

Then:

“I’m fifteen. I don’t know what you want me to do.”

Every muscle in Elias’s body tightened.

The call ended.

Josephine stared at the phone.

It immediately began ringing again.

She declined it.

Again.

Declined.

Again.

That was enough.

Elias crawled out.

Josephine screamed and dropped the phone.

Then saw his face.

“Dad?”

He barely had time to stand before she threw herself against him.

“I’m sorry.”

The words broke him.

Not I’m scared.

Not help me.

I’m sorry.

As though whatever had happened belonged to her.

Elias wrapped both arms around his daughter.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

She cried harder.

He picked up the phone.

Twenty-three missed calls from the same number.

Eleven voice messages.

No contact name.

Elias looked at Josephine.

“Who’s been pressuring you to keep this secret?”

Her hand clamped around his sleeve.

“Dad, don’t.”

“Who?”

“You’ll lose everything.”

“What did your mother tell you?”

Josephine shook her head.

Footsteps came down the hall.

Fast.

The bedroom door flew open.

Rebecca stood there.

Perfect hair.

Cream blouse.

Dark trousers.

Her expression went from irritation to terror when she saw Josephine crying against Elias and the phone in his hand.

“Give me that.”

Rebecca moved forward.

Elias blocked her hand.

“Why?”

“Because you don’t understand what’s happening.”

“Then explain.”

“Not in front of Josephine.”

“No.”

Rebecca reached again.

Elias stepped between her and their daughter.

Then pressed the first voice message.

A man’s voice filled the room.

“You keep your mouth shut, Josephine. Your father has a lot more to lose than you understand.”

Rebecca went completely white.

Elias stared at her.

“Who is that?”

Rebecca snapped:

“Give me that phone—she misunderstood what she saw.”

Josephine suddenly pointed toward her backpack.

“There.”

Elias frowned.

“Where?”

“Under it.”

He moved the bag.

A large cream envelope was hidden underneath.

Inside:

cash.

Hotel receipts.

A second phone.

And photocopies of construction invoices bearing Elias’s name.

Josephine folded in on herself.

“Mom made me stay quiet because I saw them together.”

The second phone rang.

Rebecca lunged.

Elias got there first.

He answered.

“Hello?”

A familiar male voice spoke immediately.

“Rebecca, is Elias gone?”

Elias’s entire body went cold.

He knew that voice.

He had heard it nearly every weekday for fourteen years.

His supervisor.

His mentor.

His closest friend.

Grant Caldwell.

Elias slowly looked at his wife.

Rebecca had gone completely pale.

On the phone, Grant said:

“Rebecca?”

Elias finally answered.

“No.”

Silence.

Then:

“It’s me.”

Grant hung up.

And for the first time Elias understood why Josephine had believed telling the truth could ruin him.

Grant Caldwell wasn’t merely the man sleeping with Elias’s wife.

He controlled the construction company that signed Elias’s paycheck.

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And according to the invoices inside the envelope—

someone had already been stealing money using Elias’s name.

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