The kitchen felt as if it had been plunged into ice water.

I turned slowly to Madison. The smugness had vanished, replaced by a stark, terrified pallor.

“A duplicate,” I repeated, the word tasting like ash. I looked at Robert. “Did you give her a key?”

“Never,” Robert swore, his voice shaking. “I swear to God, Laura, I never gave her one.”

“Then how?” I demanded, walking slowly toward Madison. “How did my lock get chewed up by a cheap duplicate?”

Evan looked at his wife, his brow furrowing. “Maddie? What is he talking about?”