Dalton’s name headed the account. Location sharing was enabled and linked to his phone.
She carried that tablet everywhere. It accompanied her to daycare, the salon, my sisters’ homes, and Ruth’s farm. The little unicorn case was in our lives so long that I’d stopped wondering what was inside it.
Shelton told me not to alter something while he sought access to the relevant records. I locked it away in the kitchen junk drawer, out of Nora’s hands.
I woke Grant and showed him what I’d found.
The color suddenly drained from his face. Then he grabbed his truck keys, determined to visit Dalton’s apartment.
I blocked the doorway, palms against his chest. If he hurt Dalton, I explained to him, Dalton could make himself the victim. Nora needed him at home.
He breathed heavily before lowering the keys. We sat on the kitchen floor beneath that drawer, his head in his hands.
