“I’ve never even had a passport.”
“We know.”
Lena Morris opened the file.
“They also drafted a letter supposedly written by you.”
“What did it say?”
“That you were ending your engagement, cutting contact with your family, and moving abroad due to emotional instability.”
Wyatt stood so quickly that his chair scraped the floor.
“They were going to make her disappear.”
The prosecutor’s expression remained controlled.
“That is one possibility.”
“One possibility?” he snapped.
“Wyatt,” I whispered.
He looked at me, then forced himself to sit.
Detective Beckett continued.
“We also found a recent life insurance policy.”
My stomach clenched.
“On whom?”
“You.”
“For how much?”
“Two million dollars.”
“Who was the beneficiary?”
“Melrose Residential Partners.”
The room went silent.
I could hear the heart monitor beside me.
Steady.
Mechanical.
Proof that I was still alive.
“I never purchased a policy.”
“The application appears to contain a forged medical examination and forged signatures.”
