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“We did, but I have to say that Theo was extremely good at his job. It took my guys a lot of hours and hoops to finally find the account that Theo had set up. The money was laundered so many times, we lost track and had to start again, but we finally found it.” Jackson passes us a folder. “This is the bank in Singapore that holds the account in Eden’s name. I can’t access it, but if I’m right, there’s a substantial amount of money in there.”
“How substantial?” I ask.
He looks to Sophie. “Over five million dollars.”
ChapterThirty-Seven
SOPHIE
“Idon’t want it,” I tell Holden again. “I don’t want any money that’s connected to whatever that woman was doing.”
I’m back in my prison, also known as my bed. We contacted the bank in Singapore with the account number, which is Holden’s medical license number, and got confirmation that our account does have five million three hundred thousand seventy-six dollars in it.
“I don’t either, but we could do a lot of good with it.”
“I don’t even want to touch it. She made all that money exploiting children. So, let it sit in that account.”
I hate all of it. It makes me sick to my stomach that Kate was this horrible, but knowing my husband was involved as well has me completely wrecked. He was a good man, one who loved us, and while I understand he did this to protect us, in the end, it didn’t. It almost killed all of us. I believe in karma, and I would like to have more pluses than minuses in that department.
“What I’m saying is that we could give that money to the families, like Keeley’s, or to programs like Run to Me and others like it. We can do good with it instead of letting it sit in a bank account.”
All of those are good ideas, it’s just too soon to really think about it. “For now, can we focus on ourselves and this family? Kate is in prison, you have to testify in two days against the man who almost killed Blakely, and we are all healing.”
He slides in beside me, pulls the covers up, and then opens his strong arms for me to cuddle into. I don’t hesitate, this is my favorite part of us sharing a bed. We fall asleep wrapped around one another, and even though we wake up on opposite sides of the bed, I love this part.
My head lies right where his heart is, listening to its steady beat. “When are you returning to work?”
“Soon.”
“I want to as well,” I inform him.
Holden moves his head, trying to look at me. “What?”
“I miss the children. I miss painting. It would be good for me to do something that makes me happy. Not that you and Eden don’t, but the youth center gives me a purpose outside of being a mum.”
“Why don’t you paint for real again? Go back to selling your art.”
I’ve thought about that, and I might, but I have found a true love in working with children who haven’t yet found their inner painter. One of the girls, Mable, has really come into her own. It’s been lovely to see.
“I guess I can really do anything now.”
“I have tons of ideas of things you could do.”
I smile up at him, and he kisses my forehead. “Like what?”
“You could . . . open an art gallery here. You could form a book club. You could learn how to fly.”
I laugh at that one. “Not likely.”
“Yeah, no danger, I agree. You could kiss me.”
“I like that one,” I tell him as I move a bit higher to do as he suggested.
“You could marry me.”
I stop breathing for a second, staring at him. “What?”
“Marry me? I have lived in a world without you before, and I didn’t have happiness. I survived, not thrived. Then you came here, and everything changed.” Holden sits up, moving over to his bedside table and extracting a box.
