"What did you do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"I forged his signature on the relocation papers," Liam said, his voice flat and hollow. "I used my notary stamp to make it official. I thought we could just pay him off later, make it right with a check he couldn't refuse. But he found out. He called me, screaming, saying he was going to the authorities to report the fraud."
Liam’s knuckles turned white where they gripped the edge of the counter. "I went to his house that night to try to silence him—not with violence, but with more money. It was raining, a total downpour. I waited until he pulled up and we argued in the street, the kind of shouting match that leaves you shaking. I eventually gave up and got into my car. I was blinded by rage, Sarah. I threw the car into reverse to p
