This was not one careless morning they had been unlucky enough to be caught in.

It was a routine, built around my work schedule, calculated week by week.

My absence was not incidental to their affair.

My absence was the plan.

And a five-year-old had been made part of the machinery that kept it running.

Chapter 6 — The Folder

What neither of them knew was what I had seen in the fifteen seconds I had spent in that guest room before I carried Fiona out of the house.

I had not only seen my sister’s clothes on the floor.