Chapter 10 - Confronting Caroline Regarding The Fake Adoption Papers
I turned away from the computer monitor, walking back down the hallway to find Caroline sitting on the edge of our bed.
“Who is at the front gate, Caroline?” I asked, holding up my phone so she could read the text message.
She stared at the screen, her face turning as white as a sheet as she dropped her head into her hands.
“It’s Marcus,” she whispered, her voice trembling uncontrollably. “He’s been watching us from the security cameras this whole time.”
“And you kept lying to my face while my family was in mortal danger,” I said, my anger flaring hot and sharp.
“I was trying to protect everyone in the only way I knew how,” she cried, looking up with desperate plea in her eyes.
“Protection doesn't look like hiding fugitives inside drywall and lying to your husband for a year,” I retorted coldly.
Downstairs, the heavy iron knocker on the front door struck three slow, deliberate times against the solid oak.
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Maya and little Lily whimpered in the corner, clutching each other as the ominous sound echoed through the silent house.
I walked over to my bedside table, pulled my legal firearm from its locked case, and checked the magazine.
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