“This is a misunderstanding. My son would never—”
The officer held up a hand.
“We have the emergency recording.”
Patricia went pale.
Claire finally allowed herself to breathe.
The phone in her apron had recorded everything.
Every word.
Every threat.
Every instruction.
And when Claire had activated the emergency function, the recording had automatically been uploaded.
But there was one more thing Patricia didn't know.
Claire had also sent copies to Ethan's law firm's ethics committee.
And to Patricia's charity board.
The perfect Thanksgiving dinner was now the evidence room.
By noon, the guests were gone.
The turkey was untouched.
The candles had burned down.
The dining room that Patricia had prepared as a monument to her perfect family had become the place where everyone learned the truth.
Ethan was arrested.
Patricia wasn't.
Not yet.
