Page 25 of Don't Trust Her


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Terror rips through me. “Does this mean you aren’t going to look for my babies? My missing babies?”

“Ma’am, you picked them up.”

“They’re missing! Nobody knows where they are!” More tears threaten.

“Like my partner said, we’ll have our tech team analyze the video. Meanwhile, I suggest you two call anyone who’s likely to have your child. A family member, friend, or neighbor might have them.”

I shake my head. “Whoever took them wouldn’t have given them to a loved one.”

“Make the calls. That’s where you need to start. If nobody you know has them, we’ll go from there.”

The room spins around me. Everyone in here, except my husband, doubts my sanity. Just because my dad and brother have issues doesn’t mean I do. I’m not only my dad’s daughter but my mom’s too, and she’s as solid as they come.

Peter guides me from the room and into the parking lot. “Are you okay?”

“Not even close.”

“I should’ve clarified. Can you drive? Or do you want me to bring you home?”

“I’m not leaving my Escalade here. They’ll probably key it, or worse.”

“It’s you I’m worried about, not the car.”

“Well, Iamworried about it. And we’re unenrolling the kids from here as soon as we find them.”

He nods. “Whatever you want to do.”

“You would trust them with Owen and Sophie after this? They’re trying to ruin my reputation. Have you ever heard of going to such lengths?”

My husband kisses my temple. “Put them out of your mind for now. We need to focus on finding the kids.”

“Obviously.”

“Who do you think you’d have dropped them off with?”

I stare at him, unable to find my voice.

“Sometimes you drop them off with—”

“You thinkIpicked them up?”

He clears his throat. “That was you on the video, honey.”

“Don’t ‘honey’ me.” I back away from him. “We both know that wasn’t me.”

Peter doesn’t say anything.

“You can’t possibly think that was me on there. You of all people should be able to tell the difference.”

“Why did you say in there that you hadn’t worn that purple tank top since the summer?”

“Because I haven’t.”

He studies me, doesn’t respond.

“You wore it just the other day.”

My knees turn to rubber. “You… you’re mistaken. You’re remembering wrong.”

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