Chapter 6

I finally gathered a sliver of evidence. Breathing out a long, slow sigh, I told the private detective to keep watching. If the crash had been staged—if someone had deliberately taken my child from me—they would slip up eventually. And when they did, I'd be ready. I would avenge my baby myself. That evening, my best friend Bailey Thornton rushed over as soon as she heard I'd called off the wedding. She burst through my door carrying armfuls of clothes and makeup bags, her eyes sharp with...