Chapter 9 - The Terrifying Truth About My Former Partner’s Betrayal
The polaroids inside the lockbox chronicled six years of a child’s life growing up inside the Westchester compound.
There were pictures of little Lily riding a pony on the estate lawn, blowing out birthday candles, and wearing the half-heart necklace.
In several of the background images, Mark Vance stood smiling beside her, playing the doting father in secret.
Nora felt bile rise in her throat as she looked at the man she had loved, who had comforted her false grief while visiting their stolen child.
He hadn't just consented to the theft; he had orchestrated it with Eleanor to protect family inheritance lines from a messy divorce settlement years prior.
“We have enough physical evidence to raid the Westchester estate by dawn,” Miller said, slipping the documents into an evidence bag.
“No,” Nora replied, standing up slowly with the pink baby blanket clutched tightly against her chest.
“If we go in with standard police backup, Eleanor’s high-priced lawyers will wipe the servers and smuggle Lily out of the country by private jet.”
“Then what do you propose we do, Nora? Walk up to the front gate and ask nicely?” Miller asked incredulously.
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“I propose we use Mark against his own family,” Nora said, her voice dropping into a dangerous, icy whisper.
“He’s scheduled to attend a private charity gala in Manhattan tonight, and I’m going to be his surprise guest.”
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