I’m glad I’m sitting on the armrest. I might drop to the floor if I wasn’t.
Dad was there? I don’t remember him being there. I never did, not even when he “helped” me remember for the court. Tolya was there. So was Uncle Mike.
But…
Who kidnapped me?
“It was you.” I’ve stopped shaking. Now, I’m just numb. “You were the one who kidnapped me.”
“Better me than some stranger. Some actual kidnapper.”
Dad is trying to play this whole revelation off like it makes the most sense out of all his insanity. He smiles at me, and even has the balls to reach over and pat my hand.
“You were always safe, Clar-bear. I just needed it to look like a kidnapping so Mike would show up at the warehouse—”
“So you could kill him.”
He nods. “I called him, told him I saw you get stuffed in a trunk and follow
