For one sick second I just stared at her.
At the bottom of the page, Liam had written: If Mark gives you this, go to the storage unit. Toolbox. Underside. Don't tell Grace.
I looked at Mark. "Did Liam think Ryan would hurt him?"
Mark rubbed a hand over his face. "He hoped not. But he was worried enough to leave me that envelope."
I drove home in a daze and saw Grace through the kitchen window making pancakes with the kids.
For one sick second I just stared at her.
Then I went in smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.
"Who wants lunch out?" I asked.
Then I went to the bank.
Ava looked up. "Can we get fries?"