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That kindness nearly undid Claire. She had held herself together through the salon, the clinic, the police station, and the ride across town. But when Teresa put a plate of grilled cheese in front of Ava and Ava asked, “Do I have to eat all of it or will someone be mad?” Claire had to turn toward the sink. Teresa came beside her and rested one hand on her back. “Breathe,” she whispered.
Daniel called at 4:13 p.m. Claire let it go to voicemail. Then he called again. Then he called Mark, which was his first serious mistake of the day. Mark answered on speaker in the garage while Claire stood nearby, recording with permission from the officer assigned to the case.
“Where is my wife?” Daniel demanded. His voice sounded different when he did not know who was listening. It had no charm in it, no
