Fine, it gave me time to put final touches on the house I’d been building for us. There is a reason my condo is so bare. It’s not home. Not the one we’d share. I built it on the other end of the Silverstein land near the pond I know she loves. I thought she’d enjoy being close to my parents. She and Molly are growing a bond too, and our place isn’t far from the Score estate.

My resolve started to crumble over time. I’m used to having some sort of tab on her. At first, I couldn’t find much. I even pushed Molly, who acted like I was no better than the scum on the bottom of her shoe. That sent all kinds of red flags up for me. Molly is sweet to everyone. It’s in her nature. The only anger I’ve ever witnessed from her was when she was shouting at Asher.

The more I thought and put things together, the more I realized she ran to get away from me. She had doubts. Ones I put there. I hate that, but I’ll spend my life proving to her I’m never going anywhere. I’m the one person she can always count on. Hell, I was when she didn’t even know it.

There was no reason for her to drop off the map when it came to me. Or for her to disconnect her phone and so on. I will say she isn’t terrible at hiding her tracks, but when I finally cracked, I had my team start going through all the flights that left out of the area on private planes that night. A name popped up, and I knew.

Heidi Rowe. Her fucking mother. I’d bet my life Tomas has no clue the friend Emily is with is her mother. Asher definitely doesn’t know. He’d lose his mind. I didn’t need anyone to start digging on anything when I saw her name. I knew who’d been stealing funds from the Score family. I also knew there was only one reason Heidi would try to slither her way back into Emily’s life: to protect herself from the wrath that Asher will bring down on her.

I don’t knock as I enter the Score home, coming in through the main entrance. Grace and Tomas are making their way out of his office.

“Where is Asher?” I ask, not bothering with hellos. I don’t have the time.

“What’s wrong?” Tomas asks.

“Asher!” I shout. I barely bellow the words and he’s already rounding the corner to come down the stairs. He has Molly’s hand in his. I guess those two made up. Must be fucking nice.