what they filed.”
Then he paused.
“Claire, this could become criminal.”
I booked the first flight home.
But Daniel told me not to go straight to the house.
“Let them keep talking,” he said. “And don’t warn them.”
The next morning, while I waited at the airport, another alert came from the hidden camera.
Mom was holding a pen.
Emily held what looked like a copy of my signature.
And beside them sat a notary I didn’t recognize.
Part 2:
By the time my plane landed, Daniel had already checked
