Mrs Riley's POV

I woke before my alarm, my mind already racing with possibilities. The blackmail plan was solid, but I needed backup strategies. David would need time to dig up dirt, and time wasn't on my side.

Rolling over, I watched Junior sleep, his face peaceful in a way it never was when he was awake. So trusting. So weak.

I slipped out of bed without waking him and padded downstairs to make coffee. The kitchen was quiet, bathed in early morning light. As I waited for the coffee to ...