Where did you get that ring

closet.

Behind a stack of winter coats, inside one of Emily’s empty shoe boxes, was a pink spiral notebook covered in faded unicorn stickers.

Kate went still.

“Daniel,” she whispered. “Don’t.”

That was when I knew.

Not suspected.

Knew.

I took the notebook.

Kate’s eyes followed it like it was a loaded gun.

I called our head of security from the hallway and told continue reading …