Where did you get that ring

her head toward Lily.

If hate had a face, I saw it then.

“What letter?” Grace asked.

Lily gripped the stair rail. “The one in Owen’s wall.”

Kate whispered, “You little brat.”

I moved toward her so fast Grace grabbed my arm.

“Daniel,” she warned.

That one word saved me from becoming exactly what Kate wanted the police to find.

A grieving, unstable father.

I continue reading …