Emma’s chest tightened. “Supposed to.” The man let out a thin smile. “Instead, they made a deal. I get it back. Their debt disappears.” Emma looked at the box again. Not a gift. Not a mistake. Evidence. Logged. Sealed.
Meant to sit untouched in a locked room until a court date that would never come. And suddenly it made sense—why Rex had never settled. Why his tension had sharpened instead of easing as the day went on.