Pregnant and abandoned, Megan slept in her car aft…

else.

Precise, dry, calculating.

“You’re making an enemy,” she said.

“I already have one,” I said. “I’d just rather know who she is.”

She stood. She picked up the cookies. She walked to the door, and at the door, she turned and said something I hadn’t expected.

“Not a threat, but a promise,” she said in a flat voice without any warmth at all. “You have continue reading …