It was panic.
Somewhere along the way, they’d realized I’d been looking. Maybe Julian noticed the tax files open. Maybe someone at the company flagged a records request. They didn’t know how much I had. But they knew enough to be afraid, and so they built a settlement whose real purpose wasn’t to take my children.
It was to buy my silence.
They offered me $200,000 and my own babies as ransom, to make me sign away the one thing that terrified them: my knowledge.
So when Julian said “just sign,” and I signed every page, I wasn’t surrendering.
I was declining to warn them.
