My Daughter’s Tenth Birthday Ended with Cake on Her Dress—Then a Recording Led Us to the Trust Her Father Hid
I didn’t turn.
“You cannot just take her.”
I got in and started the engine.
Emily sat very still, her hands folded over the ruined dress.
The hospital was a short drive away, and I knew the turn without needing directions.
Richard came to my window.
“This is a family matter.”
I locked the doors.