“We’re interviewing him today,” Monroe said. “But we had to let you know first, because once this goes public, everything is going to happen quickly.”
They asked if I had any more questions, but my mind was already wandering, filled with years of memories, a new perspective. Daniel’s sudden interest in finances. His strange calm after the shock. His desire to finalize the divorce. His insistence that I leave the house quickly.
He didn’t mourn. He destroyed the evidence.
The detectives offered to take me home, but I refused. I sat in the car, staring at the steering wheel, shaking. I wasn’t sure whether I felt sadness, anger, or humiliation. Maybe all three at once.
Later that evening, Detective Harris called them again. “We tried to reach Daniel,” he said. “But he didn’t show up at work. I think he realized we had discovered the recording.”
My blood ran cold. “Is it dangerous?” I asked.
“We suggest you stay in a safe place tonight,” Harris replied, “just until we find you.”
I locked all the doors, drew the curtains, and stayed awake, listening for any sounds coming from outside. Because if Daniel had really killed our son… what could he have done?
By morning the world had changed again. I woke up
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