I turned toward him.
“She says you put them there.”
Meredith gasped.
Richard’s expression never changed.
“That is a serious accusation.”
“Yes,” I said. “It is.”
For the first time, I saw something flicker behind his calm exterior.
Not surprise.
Not confusion.
Calculation.
Meredith shook her head.
“No. There has to be a misunderstanding.”
“Does there?”
She looked at me helplessly.
“She’s eight.”
“And she’s terrified.”
Richard stood slowly.
“I won’t stay here and be insulted by a child who doesn’t understand what she’s saying.”
I stepped directly between him and the staircase.
“You are not going near her.”
His eyes hardened.
The mask slipped for only a second.
But I saw it.
And so did Meredith.
The room went quiet.
Then Richard picked up his coat.
“Fine,” he said coldly. “When everyone calms down, you’ll realize how ridiculous this is.”
I opened the front door.
“Leave.”
He stared at me.
Then he walked out without another word.
I watched from the doorway until his car disappeared.
When I turned around, Meredith was standing in the hallway, pale and shaking.
“She really said it was him?”
I nodded.
Tears immediately filled her eyes.
The certainty in my answer left no room for denial.
For the first time, she wasn’t defending her father.
She was realizing she might never have known him at all.
And deep down, I knew this was only the beginning.
Because if Chloe had been carrying this secret since February, there were probably other secrets buried in our family as well.
And I was about to uncover every one of them.
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