Before I could process the full weight of what I was seeing, the phone vibrated again.

“What are you talking about?”

Andrew looked toward my father’s grave, then back at me.

“Your dad didn’t just die from heart failure,” he said.

Something inside me recoiled.

“That’s not funny,” I said.

“I’m not joking,” he replied.

I shook my head. “We were at the hospital. I was there. The doctors—”

“The doctors reported what they were told,” Andrew interrupted. “But your father… he found something. Before he died.”

My pulse quickened.

“What kind of ‘something’?”

Andrew hesitated.

And in that hesitation, I saw fear.

Real fear.

“Financial records,” he said finally. “Hidden accounts. Transfers that didn’t make sense. He thought someone was using his business to move money.”

My father had owned a small logistics company. Nothing massive—but stable. Honest.

Or so I thought.

“You’re lying,” I said, but my voice lacked conviction.

“I wish I was,” Andrew said quietly.

“Then why didn’t he tell me?” I asked.

“He tried,” Andrew replied. “But he didn’t trust that your phone wasn’t being monitored.”

That sent a chill through me.

“What?”

“He thought someone close was involved,” Andrew continued. “Someone with access.”

I stared at him.

“You mean you.”

He shook his head immediately. “No. Not me.”