Listened.
And whatever he heard next drained the color from his face.
Sabrina walked toward him, heels clicking quickly against the pavement.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
He didn’t answer her.
Not at first.
Instead, he turned slightly—just enough for me to see his expression.
Fear.
Real fear.
I hadn’t seen that look on him in years.
His mother stepped closer too, her earlier composure cracking.
“Grant, what is it?”
He lowered the phone slowly, like it suddenly weighed too much.
“The accounts…” he said, barely audible. “They’ve been frozen.”
Silence.
Not just between them.
Everywhere.
Even the distant traffic seemed to fade.
“What?” Sabrina’s voice came out sharp, almost panicked. “What do you mean frozen?”
Grant swallowed hard.
“The business accounts. Personal accounts. All of it.”
His brother frowned.
“That doesn’t just happen. Did you miss a payment or something?”
Grant shook his head quickly.
“No. No, it’s… it’s legal. There’s some kind of hold. An investigation.”
His mother’s hand went to her chest.
“An investigation? For what?”
He didn’t answer.
Because he knew.
And for the first time… I knew he knew.
I turned fully now, watching without hiding it.
Watching everything begin to unravel.
Owen looked up at me, confused.
“Mom, what’s happening?”
I squeezed his hand gently.
“Just… watch.”
Grant lifted the phone again, his voice rising.
“No, you need to explain this to me right now. Who filed it? Who—”
He stopped again.
This time, his eyes flicked—directly to me.
And suddenly, I understood.
Not everything.
But enough.
A memory surfaced.
A quiet one.
Months ago, late at night, sitting alone at the kitchen table while Grant was “working late.”
Stacks of papers.
Bank statements.
Transactions that didn’t add up.
Money moving in ways that didn’t make sense.
Back then, I thought I was just trying to understand where everything was going.
Now… I realized I had done more than that.
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