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

me.

A message from Diane.

You think this ends with me? Ask your wife what happened the night Emma fell down the stairs.

The room goes still.

Andrew looks at me with horror.

“Melissa?”

For one second, I cannot breathe.

Because I know exactly what Diane is doing.

“She didn’t fall down the stairs,” I say.

Andrew stares at me.

“Mom said she did.”

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