“I still have that voicemail saved on my phone.”

My knees went completely weak, forcing me to hold onto the metal bed frame for support.

“That awful night, they left Harper at my home,” I recalled aloud, pieces of the past falling into place.

“Paige told me they were going out on a long dinner date.

Ninety miles away for a dinner date?”

“It wasn’t a dinner date at all,” Arthur corrected softly.

“Then what was it really?” I asked, catching my breath.