The only thing you could hear in the hospital room was the soft, steady beep of the monitors. Matthew lay there, completely still, his face so pale under the harsh lights it was almost see-through. Reese’s eyes lingered on the thick bandages wrapped around his arm. She clutched her phone tighter, her knuckles turning white.
She’d spent so long gathering evidence, fighting for the truth, determined to see Grace get what she deserved and finally get justice for her mom. But now, Matthew was lying here because of her. He’s sick and helpless, and she couldn’t leave him alone. He needed her more than anything.
“Mr. Sanchez,” Reese said quietly, her voice scratchy from exhaustion and worry. “I can’t leave right now. Please, just keep me posted on whatever happens.”
“Absolutely,” Roman answered right away. “I’ll call you the moment there’s any news.”
She ended the call, moved to the edge of Matthew’s bed, and sat down. Watching him sleep, so vulnerable and quiet, she realized she didn’t even know when it happened, but Matthew had become so important to her. She couldn’t imagine not being here for him.
***
At the Meyer family villa, the morning calm was shattered by the flash of red and blue lights outside. Sirens echoed through the house, making Grace’s hand shake so badly she almost dropped her glass of milk.
“What’s going on?” Bailey asked, setting his tablet aside and looking toward the hallway.
The butler hurried out to check, but before he could reach the foyer, Roman was already walking in with a group of police officers behind him.
“Grace Meyer, you’re under suspicion of hiring someone to commit murder. We’re here to take you into custody. Please cooperate,” Roman said, showing his badge as he led the officers straight into the dining room. He found Grace and gave his team a quick look. The officers moved in, ready to put her in handcuffs.
“We have plenty of evidence. The recording is just one piece,” Roman replied, calm but firm. He’d heard enough stories about this family, and he just shook his head quietly. He signaled the officers to move forward. “Grace, you need to come with us now. You can explain everything at the station.”
Hank tried to block their way. “You can’t just take her! You need real proof.”
“Mr. Meyer, please cooperate. If you interfere, you could be charged with obstructing justice,” Roman said, his tone turning icy.
The officers took that moment to step in and fasten the handcuffs on Grace. She realized there was no way out. Swallowing her fear, she stood up and tried to steady her voice. “Don’t make this harder on them,” she said. “I’ll go.”
She turned to Bailey and Hank, her eyes red and glassy. “Take care of yourselves while I’m gone. And Sofia’s all alone overseas. Hank, you’re her big brother, you need to look out for her. Don’t blame Reese. She’s been through enough.”

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