The tablet felt like a live bomb in my hands.

I sat on the floor of the walk-in closet, back pressed against the wall, heart hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. The hidden folder was open. I had spent the last hour reading every file I could access before Alexander returned from his call.

What I found was worse than I imagined.

Not only had he planned my mother’s death for years, but there were contingency plans — detailed ones — for if I ever tried to leave with the children. Hidden bank accounts in offshore names. Doctors on payroll ready to declare me “unstable.” Security...