My stepdaughter cried whenever we were alone—but when I finally discovered why, it shattered everything I thought I knew

to a lie.

Lucas met me outside.

“We found Clara’s fingerprints on the paint thinner can,” he said. “But she’ll claim she used it for cleaning. We need her next move.”

“She thinks I’m still trapped,” I said. “She thinks the policy is active. She’ll try again.”

So we set the trap.

Lucas created a fictional contact — a fixer named Grant Hale — and made sure continue reading …