I was chopping vegetables when my four-year-old daughter

why did you text me not to make this worse for myself?”

Andrew turns toward her.

“You texted that?”

Diane’s eyes flick to him.

“She kidnapped your child from the house, Andrew.”

“She took our child to the doctor,” he says, but his voice is uncertain now, as if the sentence surprises him while it leaves his mouth.

Dr. Heller looks at Andrew.

“Your daughter continue reading …