The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.

She had taken a cut of the embezzled money.

Before I could ask anything further, my cell phone vibrated.

It was Rachel.

I answered right away.

“Is Lily okay?”

Rachel took a long breath before answering.

“Laura… yes.

She’s right here.”