“I don’t know. She makes me lie down in the back seat first.”
For a second, I could hear nothing except my own heartbeat.
“She says it’s our secret place. She says if I tell you, Mommy will get hurt, and it’ll be my fault.”
Every part of me went still.
I kissed Fiona’s forehead, stood up, and called my pilot. “Mechanical delay. Cancel today’s flight.”
Then I told my driver to leave as if nothing had changed. Nobody else in the house knew I was staying.
Two hours later, I watched from an upstairs window as Wendy walked Fiona toward her SUV.
I waited thirty seconds, grabbed the keys to an old Range Rover none of the family used anymore, and followed them from a distance.
Wendy drove into an industrial district where there were no parks, no shops, and absolutely no reason to bring a seven-year-old child.
Her SUV finally stopped behind a windowless brick building.
