All Chapters of THE PRICE OF LETTING GO: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Nobody moved for a long moment after the lawyer said my name.Wren’s hand was still frozen against the phone, speaker still on, and the three of us sat around that small kitchen table like the air itself had gone thick.“I’m sorry,” the lawyer said. “Did I lose the connection?”“No,” Wren said. “You didn’t lose it.”“There’s a sealed envelope in the same file as the will. Ms Diane Calloway’s instructions were specific. It’s addressed to a Selene Whitmore, to be delivered only if the family made contact with each other after her death. Given tonight’s events, I assumed that condition had been met.”I could not speak. Dominic’s hand found mine under the table, and I gripped it so hard I felt my own nails press half moons into his skin.“We’ll come pick it up,” Wren said, and hung up.The kitchen was quiet except for the dog’s tags jingling somewhere by the back door.“I don’t understand,” I said. My voice came out smaller than I meant it to. “I never met her. I don’t understand how a wo

Priya called back at midnight.Dominic put her on speaker without asking either of us if that was okay, which told me how far past normal procedure this whole night had already gone.“I have the list,” Priya said. “Twelve board members. I cross referenced financial ties, recent stock moves, anything unusual in the last month.”“And,” Dominic said.“One name stands out. Marcus Reyes.”Wren looked at me, confused. I shook my head. I didn’t know the name either.“Who is that,” Dominic asked.“Your interim replacement,” Priya said. “The one who took over operations after you resigned.”Dominic went very still.“He’s been buying Hartley stock quietly for three weeks,” Priya said. “Small amounts, spread across different accounts, nothing that would trigger an alert on its own. But together, it’s a real position. And if the injunction goes through and the stock stabilizes because you’re gone, his position gets a lot more valuable.”“He profits either way,” Dominic said slowly. “Whether I’m c

I opened my laptop on the hotel bed. Dominic sat beside me, one shoe still off, watching the screen like it might bite him.“Search Hargrove,” he said. “Right after the account closed.”My fingers moved fast over the keys. Too fast. I typed the wrong letters twice and had to fix them.“Slow down,” Dominic said. His hand landed on my knee. Warm. Steady. “We have time.”“You said we didn’t.”“We have enough.”“That’s not the same thing.”“I know,” he said. “Slow down anyway.”I took a breath. Made myself type one letter at a time.I found the folder. Old client emails, archived and forgotten, the kind you never look at again once a project ends. I scrolled through dozens of them. Congrats messages. Invoice confirmations. Small talk from people I barely remembered.Then I saw it.A name I had blocked and forgotten. Not a company name. Just a person.R. Calder.“There,” I said, pointing.Dominic leaned in close. His shoulder pressed against mine.“Open it,” he said.I clicked. The email c

Camille was asleep on my couch by midnight, wine glass empty on the floor beside her, when my phone rang.Wren.I answered fast, stepping into the kitchen so I wouldn’t wake Camille. My hand was already tight around the phone before she said a single word.“Hey,” I said. “Everything okay?”“No.” Wren’s voice shook. “Selene, there’s a man outside my house.”My whole body went cold. The phone nearly slipped from my hand.“What kind of man.”“I don’t know. He’s just sitting in a car across the street. He’s been there for an hour. Biscuit won’t stop barking at the window.”Dominic came into the kitchen, still in the shirt he’d worn all day, and stopped moving the second he saw my face.“What,” he mouthed.I held up one finger. Wait.He didn’t wait well. He never had, not since the resignation, not since he’d started actually caring about things fast and hard instead of slow and careful. He came around the counter and stood close, close enough that I could feel the heat off his arm, watchi

“I’m not letting you go alone,” Dominic said again. “That’s final.”“It’s not your decision to make.”He stood up off the couch so fast it startled me. He paced to the window and back, hands dragging through his hair, jaw working the way it did when he was holding something behind his teeth.“A man broke into Wren’s house six hours ago,” he said. “With a camera. And you want to walk into a room alone with a total stranger who just admitted they’re connected to all of this.”“They’re not the one who broke in. They’re the one who’s been warning me.”“You don’t know that for certain.”“I don’t know anything for certain,” I said. “That’s exactly why I need to go.”He stopped pacing. Looked at me like I’d said something in a different language.Camille sat quiet on the other end of the couch, watching us both, arms wrapped around a mug of coffee she hadn’t touched in ten minutes. She glanced between us like she was watching a tennis match neither player was going to win.“Selene.” Dominic’