Sawyer stared at the screen, his heart pounding in his ears.

It wasn’t just the physical blow. It was the abandonment.

He looked up at his wife, his gaze icy. “Where were you yesterday between seven and ten in the evening?”

Carolina’s face lost all its color instantly. “I was at the grocery store, obviously.”

“Mrs. Kennedy has a video recording that proves otherwise,” Sawyer replied.

Bonnie grabbed her daughter’s arm, pulling her back. “Don’t you dare say another word to him,” she commanded.