The confidence in his voice anchored me momentarily, but the fear in my chest lingered. I nodded, swallowing hard. "I trust you. It's just… all of this feels like it's spiraling out of control."
Michael reached up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "That's exactly why we're doing this. The investigator I hired is the best. If Vanessa has slipped up even once, they'll find it."
Just as he finished speaking, Michael's phone buzzed on the coffee table. He stood and grabbed it, his expression darkening as he read the message. "It's from the investigator. He want to meet—tonight."
"Tonight?" My eyes widened. "That soon?"
Michael nodded, slipping his phone into his pocket. "They must've found something. Stay here and rest. I'll handle this."