If he had known what was coming, he would have dropped to his knees right there and begged me to forgive him.
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Kate came over Saturday morning, pretending she wanted to help me choose flowers.
She swept in wearing the perfume I had once given her for Christmas, and the smell almost made my knees give out.
That was it! The perfume I had smelled on Robbert’s collar that morning!
Oh my God. The clues had been standing right in front of me the entire time.
She reached for me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
What she said next nearly made me scream.
“You’re the best sister in the world,” she whispered into my shoulder. “I don’t tell you that enough.”
I closed my eyes. “You don’t have to. I’ve always known.”
When she pulled away, her eyes were damp.
For a moment, I wondered whether she was crying because she meant it, or because guilt had finally found her.
It did not matter, I decided.
By the time I finished, there would be nowhere left for her or Robbert to hide.
On Monday, I had the security camera footage copied onto a flash drive.
The system I had installed two years earlier, after a break-in in our neighborhood, had recorded everything from a quiet corner of the living room.
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