My Daughter Died Two Years Ago—So Why Was Her School Calling Me to Pick Her Up?

realized Neil might go there too, and I didn’t trust him.

“Please don’t leave me again,” Grace muttered beside me.

I didn’t trust him.

“I won’t, my baby,” I said firmly. “I’m taking you to your Aunt Melissa’s house for a little while. I need to figure out what happened.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“You won’t be. Remember, you used to continue reading …