Caleb said, “She works for me.”
Vanessa looked at him.
The room held its breath.
Then she said, “That’s not what you told me.”
Patricia’s face twisted.
“Stupid girl.”
Vanessa flinched.
Ryan looked at her gift bag.
A silver card hung from the handle.
For our girls.
Our.
Not your.
Not the.
Our.
Caleb saw Ryan looking and moved too late.
Ryan took the card from the bag before Caleb could grab it.
The handwriting was neat.
Feminine.
Cheerful.
Congratulations, Daddy. By tonight, everything starts over.
Ryan read it once.
Then again.
The hallway went quiet.
Detective Alvarez took the card from his hand with a gloved evidence sleeve.
Caleb’s voice dropped.
“You have no right.”
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