Victor hadn’t just been left alone.
Someone had removed nearly every easy way for him to call for help or move around safely.
I headed toward the front door.
Then Victor called my name.
“Jenna.”
I turned around.
With swollen fingers, he slowly removed his wedding ring and pressed it into my hand.
Inside the band was a tiny engraved number.
**3200000.**
I frowned.
“What is this?”
Victor swallowed.
“Three point two million.”
My heart skipped.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your mother thinks I don’t have much left.”
He leaned back against the wall.
“She only knows about the accounts she could see.”
“Victor, we need to get you checked first.”
“Listen.”
He tightened his fingers around mine.
“My brother and I built part of a logistics company years ago. I still own shares through a trust.”
I stared at him.
“What kind of shares?”
“Enough that your mother would care very much if she knew the full value.”
He paused.
