That was when I understood why Grace had been hovering over me since the funeral.
She wasn’t just helping.
She was waiting.
From the bank, I drove to the storage unit Liam and I had rented years earlier.
The place smelled like dust, cardboard, and old metal.
I found the toolbox exactly where Liam said it would be.
Taped underneath it were a flash drive, another envelope, and a small voice recorder.
I pressed play.
