Allie
Missy arrived at Chase’s house carrying a folded piece of paper inside a clear plastic sleeve.
I noticed it before she said anything.
She held it too carefully.
Not like evidence.
Not exactly.
More like something fragile she did not trust herself to touch directly.
Chase had already left for practice. I was working in the home office when the doorbell rang, though security called before allowing her through the gate.
That had become normal now.
Nobody entered without verification.
Not family.
Not Mia.
Not delivery workers.
The house remained comfortable, but the layers around it had multiplied. New cameras covered the outer road. Officers changed shifts throughout the day. Every unknown vehicle remained logged.
Olivia was in custody.
The anonymous account had stopped p
