They settled at the dining table like royalty, Caleb at the head, Evelyn seated to his right, both admiring the meal I had prepared.
“What a good wife,” Caleb gloated.
I set one last covered dish in front of him.
Then the kitchen door opened.
And Caleb’s face went pale….
Part 2
The woman who stepped inside was not his mother’s housekeeper, not a neighbor, and not some church woman bringing gossip. Motherhoodadvice books
It was Detective Marla Hayes from the county financial crimes unit.
Behind her stood my lawyer, Denise Caldwell, composed in a navy suit, holding a leather folder. Two uniformed deputies waited on the porch, rain dripping from the brims of their hats.
Caleb’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth.
Evelyn’s pearls shifted against her neck.
