PART 2: Three weeks after my midnight-blue Versace dress vanished from my closet

decades.

And judging by the expression on his face…

he had been waiting for this moment.

“I believe,” Harold said calmly, “Mrs. Whitmore has not yet finished reading.”

Grant went pale.

Actually pale.

The kind of pale that comes from sudden terror.

Because somewhere deep down…

he already knew there was more.

I unfolded the second page.

And for the first time continue reading …