My husband had known about Harper’s blackouts, knew she’d been hurt, and had apparently arranged for Spencer to take her somewhere while she was unconscious.

Yet whenever I’d asked for his help, he’d mocked my fears and insisted that nothing was wrong.

I looked toward Harper’s backpack and realized that the recording had confirmed my worst suspicions while leaving the most frightening questions unanswered.

I still didn’t know where Spencer had taken her, what Carter had planned, or why someone named Delia was waiting.

Most terrifying of all, I didn’t know what they had been doing to my little girl while she was unable to defend herself.

PART 2
The next morning, I delivered the most difficult performance of my life, pretending to be a devoted wife who suspected nothing while concealing the horrifying discovery I’d made about my husband.