Nick's POV
Oliver sent us a copy of Irene's official testimony, and by the time we got home, everyone was already waiting. We all gathered in my home office, Dad, Liam, Ella, Mom, Vicky, every face tight with anticipation.
Georgia had just woken up from her nap, looking a little pale but better. I guided her to the couch beside me, keeping her close. When she leaned into my side, I wrapped an arm around her, grounding myself with the subtle warmth of her body.
Only then did I tap play on the recording Oliver forwarded.
A police officer's voice filled the room. "Is it true that you and your husband Frank took the money from Pacific Manning Services before you left the country a few months back?"
Irene's voice came next—tired, shaky, but steady enough to recount the truth.
