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Chapter 6 - Across the Pacific

The phone rang three times before a gruff, sleepy voice answered from the other side of the world.

"Hello?"

"David?" I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"Yeah? Who is this?"

"It’s Megan. Colin’s wife."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the line. David hadn't spoken to Colin in eight years—not since Colin had sided with Judith during the messy family blowout that led to David’s exile.

"Megan?" David’s voice turned cold instantly. "Did Colin put you up to this? If he’s calling to ask for money or lecture me about family loyalty, you can hang up right now."

"No," I said quickly, stepping out onto the front porch to escape the kids' noise in the living room. "Colin didn't put me up to anything. In fact, Colin is sitting inside right now helping me pack our files. David... I found Grandma Eleanor’s desk drawer. I found the documents about the estate."

A heavy silence settled over the line. When David spoke again, all the hostility had vanished, replaced by a quiet, razor-sharp tension.

"She kept them?" he whispered. "Grandma actually kept the proof?"

"Every single page," I replied. "Judith forged the deeds. She stole your inheritance, she stole mine, and she used it to fund Brooke’s lavish lifestyle while making us feel like beggars at her dinner table. We’re filing the criminal charges on Monday morning."

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David let out a long, shuddering breath that sounded like a decade of repressed anger finally finding an exit. "God... I knew it. I knew she did it, but she had everyone convinced I was the crazy one. What do you need me to do, Megan?"

"I need you on a flight to Chicago," I said without hesitation. "It’s time to take back what belongs to us."

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