(Ridge)
I couldn't sleep.
Mira was next to me, breathing even and calm, but I was wide awake staring at the ceiling.
Kept thinking about Hank's cousin, the way his face had changed when I told him about the will, like something inside him had shut down, gone ice cold.
This isn't over.
That's what he'd said.
I rolled over, checked the time on my phone.
Two in the morning.
Four hours lying here, running through the same thoughts over and over.
Something about the whole thing didn't sit right.
The cousin showing up asking questions wasn't strange on its own, family wanted to know what happened to Hank's property, that made sense.
But the way he'd asked, the way he'd looked at me when I answered, that wasn't just disappointment or anger about losing out on an inheritance.
That was
