June sighed in her sleep, her warm cheek against my collarbone.
Dana’s posture changed.
Captain Ortiz was already moving toward the hallway.
“Which dressing room?” he asked.
Hale pointed.
Margaret stepped in front of him.
“You cannot search my private rooms.”
Charles looked at her with disbelief.
“A message was sent to this house involving my granddaughter, and you hid it?”
“I handled it.”
“By using it?” Wesley asked.
His voice cracked.
Margaret’s composure faltered.
“I thought it was from one of the girls playing a joke. The collar was ridiculous. I made it ridiculous first.”
“You made my daughter the punchline,” I said. “To protect yourself from looking foolish?”
She opened her mouth, then closed it.
For once, no polished answer appeared.
Captain Ortiz returned with a small wastebasket lined in cream paper.
“May I?” he asked Charles.
Charles nodded.
Margaret said nothing.
Ortiz lifted out a torn envelope, then two pieces of a folded card.
WHY THE ABRUPT ENDINGS??? LIKE NO ENDING AT ALL!!!!