But the police investigation turned up something none of us expected.

The bottles in the photos weren’t harmless props. They had been stolen from another pharmacy, where Patricia’s boyfriend worked as a security guard. And now Travis and Patricia had started blaming each other.

That Monday, Travis called me seventeen times. I never answered. By then Denise had filed for divorce and requested a temporary protection order over our finances and the house.

It didn’t stop Travis from contacting me about Ruby — but every message had to be in writing and limited to our daughter.

None of his messages mentioned Ruby. Every one of them was about money. Tell the police Patricia planned everything.

I only moved the money because she pressured me.