Later that night, after tucking Noah into bed, Emily stared at her phone, replaying the call in her mind. She had worked so hard to build a future for herself and Noah, distancing herself from the sins of her past. But they had never really gone away, had they?

Sipping a glass of wine, Emily reached for her laptop and began scouring her financial records. There had to be something, some small irregularity, some trace of the people who had once helped her. She had been careful, but no one could cover every track perfectly.

"What are you doing up this late?" Kate asked, poking her head into Emily's study.

"Nothing," Emily said, quickly closing her laptop. "Just handling a few things."

Kate had been her assistant since the early days, before the success, before Noah. She was the only one who truly understood how hard it had been for Emily to escape her past.

"You can trust me, you know," Kate added softly, but Emily only smiled. Trust was dangerous, especially now.