I Let My Stepdaughter Think She’d Taken Over My House

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A tiny folded square of pink paper.

I knew that paper.

I bought that notepad at my office supply store in March. I used it for client call-back numbers. I kept it in the top right drawer of my desk.

The drawer Chloe had emptied into my hallway six hours earlier.

The officer took the pink paper, unfolded it, and read silently. Then she looked at me.continue reading …