Chapter 4

That night, I returned to the Grant residence.

Edward was out, and the study felt unusually quiet.

I knew the password to the safe; it was our wedding anniversary.

When Edward first told me, he held me close and laughed.

"Emma, from now on, there's nothing here you can't look at," he said.

Now, thinking about it, it was almost laughable.

The moment I opened the safe, I spotted the topmost blue folder.

On the cover, it read: [Lucas Bennett's Hematopoietic Stem Cell Transplant Evaluation.]

I flipped through the pages, a chill creeping over me with every turn.

Medical records,…