(Nathaniel)
Amelia stared at the phone in my hand. Five years ago, she'd left divorce papers in my study and disappeared before I understood what I'd lost. Someone had marked the exact date she left on a folder that had been kept all this time. This hadn't begun with her return to New York.
"Don't open anything until the police clear it." My voice came out harsher than I intended. "I want everything photographed exactly where it was found." I wasn't letting anyone ruin evidence that could finally tell us what Rebecca had been doing.
Daniel answered without hesitation. "They're already treating the whole room as evidence." He said the computers would be taken as well. "It may take time before we know what's on them."
Amelia's hand was still in mine. She looked toward Ethan, who was rear
