“I woke up in the night because I was thirsty,” Dylan said, his voice shaking as he gripped the straps of his backpack. “I went down to the kitchen and heard Mom. She was calling Uncle Mark. I hid behind the door and heard them talking about a Mr. Henry… and fake papers.”

I looked at my grandson in the rearview mirror, my heart beating so fast I was afraid he could hear it. “What did you say?” I asked, my voice breaking.

Dylan took another breath, as if reciting every word from memory. “Mom said that after the shareholder meeting, Dad will look like an embezzler. Uncle Mark laughed and said everything was ready.”