Chapter 17 Quiet

• Victoria sat at the edge of her bed that night, the insurance documents spread out before her like a silent accusation. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Ethan was already asleep down the hall, and the quiet of the house felt deafening.
• She took a deep breath, willing herself to think clearly. Panicking wouldn’t help, and confronting Daniel without proof was out of the question. He had always been persuasive, his charm a weapon he wielded with precision. If she accused him now, without evidence, he would likely twist the situation against her—or worse, act on whatever intentions he might have.
• Her fingers brushed against the papers. “What am I even doing?” she murmured under her breath.