I tried to remember the envelope—yellow and discreet, without any hint of who had given it to the delivery guy.
I had just assumed it was the Private Investigator, but when I tried to recall any sign of a sender, I came up with nothing.
Insisting Nathan had to see her dress, Katherine handed me her phone and left the stall before I could question her.
Looking down at her screen, I expected to see the selfie she had just taken but was met with a picture that sent a chill running down my spine.
It was a picture of a familiar hand—limp and pale, with a blue friendship bracelet that I knew well because I had made it for Bella.
It confirmed my suspicions that Katherine had sent that flash drive and she was taunting me about it.
Bella had been reduced to a part of her sick games.
The tears I had sworn not to shed ran down my cheeks before I could stop them, and my hands trembled with rage.
I would leave to protect my child, but first, I was going to make Nathan and Katherine pay for what they had done.
Wiping my tears away, I searched through Katherine's phone until I found what I was looking for—her husband, Francis Salford's number.
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