“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

clean. Damon and Nora followed me down the steps. The investigators remained inside.

At the curb, I held Lily tightly beneath my coat.

Damon’s phone buzzed.

He looked at the screen.

His expression hardened.

“What is it?” I asked.

He hesitated.

“Damon.”

He turned the phone toward me.

An email had arrived from an unknown address.

No subject.

One attachment.

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