Eleven months ago.
That timeline made my blood run cold.
“She listed you as her emergency contact.”
“What?”
“She gave your private number. Your office number. Your home number.”
I gripped the phone.
“I never received anything.”
“I know.”
Silence filled the line.
Then David spoke again.
“Because someone paid to remove the records.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“Who?”
“I sent the documents.”
Seconds later, an email appeared.
My hands shook as I opened it.
At the bottom of the payment authorization was a name.
Ashley Bennett.
My fiancée.
I stared at the screen.
No.
