I read the message six times before I showed it to Detective Collins.

Every time I reached the final sentence, my stomach tightened.

And bring the little girl. She remembers more than you think.

Whoever had sent it knew Lily had spoken about the night her mother died. They knew the police were investigating James. And they knew exactly how to make me afraid.

Detective Collins took my phone without touching the screen, photographing the message and recording the number.

“Do not reply,” she instructed.

“And under no circumstances should you meet this person alone.””

“What if they have evidence?””

“Then we’ll arrange a safe way to obtain it.””

“What if they disappear before you can?””

She met my eyes.

“Mr. Carter, someone who threatens a five-year-old child isn’t doing you a favor. They’re trying to control you.””

I knew she was right.

That didn’t make the message any less terrifying.

I looked through the glass panel in the adjoining door. Lily sat beside a child advocate, holding a stuffed rabbit someone had found in the estate’s gift shop. Her wedding dress had been replaced with a pink cardigan borrowed from one of Vanessa’s bridesmaids.

She looked exhausted.

I wanted to take her home, lock every door, and never let another person near her.

But home suddenly felt dangerous, too.

“Can we move her somewhere safe?”” I asked.

Detective Collins nodded.

“We’ll discuss temporary safety arrangements. For now, don’t tell anyone outside this investigation where you’re taking her.””

I glanced toward the hallway.

“Does that include my mother?””

“Until we know who sent the message, I recommend limiting the information you share.””

My mother had loved Emily. She had cried so hard at the funeral that I had needed to hold her upright.

The thought of keeping secrets from her felt wrong.

The thought of putting Lily at risk felt worse.

“I understand,” I said.

Detective Collins’s radio crackled.

An officer had located James’s attorney, who was on his way to the estate. James had refused to answer further questions.

I wasn’t surprised.

My brother had always known when to stop talking.

I had spent my entire life mistaking that talent for intelligence.

When I returned to Lily, she immediately climbed into my lap.

“Daddy, are we going home?””

“Yes, sweetheart. But first, we’re going to stay somewhere quiet for a little while.””

“Is Vanessa coming?””

“No.””

“Is Uncle James coming?””

I brushed her hair away from her face.

“No one gets to come near you unless I say it’s safe.””

She studied me with serious eyes.

“Promise?””

“I promise.””

She rested her head against my chest.

Then she whispered, “Daddy, I think I know who sent the message.””

My arms tightened around her.

“Who, baby?””

She looked toward the closed door.

“The man Mommy talked to on the phone before she died.””

I swallowed.

“What man?””

“I don’t know his name. But Mommy called him Mr. Parker.””

Detective Collins, who had been standing nearby, immediately came closer.

“Lily, sweetheart, can you tell me anything else about him?””

Lily rubbed her thumb against the rabbit’s soft ear.

“Mommy said he was going to help her. She told him she had to get the papers before Uncle James found them.””

“What papers?”” I asked.

“The ones in the blue box.””

I remembered the blue document box Emily had kept in her home office. After her death, I had searched the house for her will and insurance documents, but James had offered to organize everything because I couldn’t bear to touch her belongings.

He had told me the box contained old receipts and school records.

I had let him take it.

“Where is the blue box now?”” I asked.

Lily shook her head.

“Uncle James put it in his car.””

“When?””

“The night Mommy went away.””

I felt as if someone had punched me.

“Did you see him take it?””

She nodded.

“I was hiding behind the stairs. Mommy told me to stay quiet.””

Detective Collins crouched beside us.

“Lily, you did a very good job telling us what you remember. You don’t have to remember everything right now.””

“But I do remember something else.””

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“Mommy was crying because she said Daddy didn’t know the truth.””

I closed my eyes.

I had been right there, living in the same house, sleeping beside Emily, kissing her goodbye in the morning.

And she had been carrying a secret she believed I couldn’t be trusted with.

Or perhaps she had been trying to protect me.

I would never know unless we found those documents.

An hour later, after the police arranged for Lily and me to leave the estate without drawing attention, Detective Collins called me from the station.