Chapter 13 - The Secret in the Closet
The interview lasted thirty agonizing minutes. Daniel stood in the kitchen, pacing the floor like a condemned man waiting for the executioner's bell. Rachel stood by the window, her arms crossed over her chest, chewing her thumbnail bloody.
Finally, the bedroom door clicked open.
Agent Miller walked out, followed by Noah, who immediately ran past her and buried his face into Daniel’s thighs, wrapping his little arms around his father's legs so tightly his knuckles turned white. Daniel scooped him up instantly, holding the boy’s head against his shoulder, stroking his hair.
Agent Miller looked different. The cold, bureaucratic mask she had worn when she walked through the front door had slipped. In its place was a quiet, troubled perplexity.
"What did he say?" Daniel asked, unable to hide the desperation in his voice.
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Miller motioned for Daniel to step into the kitchen, away from the child's ears. Rachel took Noah back to the sofa, engaging him with a tablet.
"Your son is remarkably articulate for his age, Mr. Montgomery," Miller began
