My daughter was gone, taken by the one person the school would never think to stop, and I had handed her that authority with my own hand, in love, a decade ago.
Chapter 12 — Telling Lucien
Lucien and I reached the house within a minute of each other, and it was empty.
Mireille, Elspeth, the jar, the foil package — all of it gone.
I could not protect him from the truth any longer, and there was no time left to.
I sat my husband down and I showed him everything: the footage of his mother tampering with my tea, the toxicology report, the receipt with Malachi Braddock’s name on it.