“You will answer investigators,” I said.

“Until then, there will be no contact with Chloe.” Victor’s jaw tightened.

“You can’t keep my granddaughter from me forever.” I stepped closer.

“On Christmas you told her she wasn’t your granddaughter at all.

Remember that before you speak about rights.”

He stared at me as if the words were in a language he did not understand.

Then he left, carrying his folder untouched.

Upstairs, Chloe was painting a red door on a picture of a house.