My hand slipped. The bowl cracked against the sink.
“Is Letty okay?”
“She’s safe,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “But six men came in together asking for her by name. My secretary thought we needed security.”
Three months earlier, another careful male voice had told me my husband, Jonathan, was gone.
“You need to come in immediately.”
“Who are they?”
“They said Jonathan’s old plant. Letty heard his name and refused to leave the office. Piper, she’s safe, but everyone’s emotional. You need to come now.”
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