My Granddaughter Refused to Stay in the Car. When We Got Home, My Husband Took One Look at Us and Froze.

it?”

“No,” he said, and his voice cracked. “It’s not. It’s Jake’s.”

Jake. Jake Morrison. Ethan’s best friend since high school. His business partner at the small software company they’d started together five years ago. The man who’d been his best man at his wedding, who came to family barbecues and Christmas dinners, who we all trusted implicitly.

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