Chapter 1: The Hands That Gave It Away
Chloe's red little hands were shaking around a heavy serving dish when Alex stepped into the kitchen doorway.
"Daddy…
hurry, or Grandma says Mommy and I don't get dinner."
Evelyn rose from the elegant table beyond us and pointed toward the overflowing sink.
"Serve my guests first."
Alex's suitcase hit the floor.
His eyes found my bandaged hands.
Then Chloe's reddened fingers.
Then the steam rising from the pot beside the sink.
He picked up the pot, carried it straight into the dining room, and hurled it into the center of the table.
Soup exploded across linen, crystal, and terrified guests.
"Everyone out.
You have five minutes."
I caught his sleeve.
"Alex…"
He looked at me.
"The burns weren't from dishwater.
Check the camera."
His eyes followed mine toward the tiny lens above the kitchen.
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