Every Friday at 6 p.m. my daughter called me without fail, and the one week my phone stayed silent I drove to her house and heard a sound from upstairs that turned our quiet Tennessee life into something I still can’t fully talk about

her fingers over the machine.

“Miss Parker,” Carol began, “describe how Kevin Marshall first approached you.”

Chelsea’s voice trembled.

“About eight weeks before that night,” she said. “I was at a casino outside the city. I’d been gambling, trying to win back money I’d lost. Kevin found me there. We dated years ago, before he married Allison.”

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