Colin, Jenna & Wesley — The Broken Promise
I’d asked for updates, but not the written log Jenna and I had kept beside the changing table.
“I also need your messages,” the detective said.
“Please don’t delete anything, even if it embarrasses you.”
I opened my phone with shaking hands.
The last message I’d sent my mother read: Please make sure Jenna drinks water and that Wesley is fed regularly.
Love you.
Her reply was a single thumbs-up.
PART 5