organized the process server.
Agent Hale arranged everything else.
I didn’t know every detail.
And didn’t need to.
By eight-thirty, I drove to our old neighborhood and parked at Susan’s house.
Susan, my neighbor, had known Lily since birth.
When I explained, she opened her garage.
“Stay as long as you need.”
From her front window, I could see the house.
My former home.
The driveway looked unfamiliar without my car.
Three men waited inside.
Two Illinois State Police officers.
And Agent Hale.
A thick leather folder rested on the entry table.
At 9:17, a black SUV entered our street.
My stomach tightened.
David had returned.
Chapter 5: The house he thought would wait
The SUV stopped beneath the leafless oak at the end of our driveway.
David stepped out first.
He was tanned.
That detail nearly made me sick.
Our daughter had gone from fever to funeral while
