My father finally forced out words.
“We need to leave. Now. All of us.”
I laughed, sharp and empty.
“You don’t get to walk into my house after fifteen years and start giving orders.”
“Elena, listen to me,” he said. “Daniel knows where she is. If Rachel’s alive, then he knows. He’ll come here.”
The name shattered the room.
Detective Daniel Harper.
My parents had told everyone he was the man I had run away with.
The cop who had “ruined” me.
The man they claimed vanished before anyone could question him.
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