When my son sl:apped me for interrupting his video game, I just lowered my head and walked to the kitchen. I spent three hours baking his favorite triple-chocolate cake

attempted fraud.”

Marissa turned pale.

Evan swallowed hard. “Fraud?”

I looked directly at her.

“Did you help scan my driver’s license, Marissa? Or did you only help convince him to call me unstable?”

Her mouth opened.

Then closed again.

Officer Grant’s expression sharpened instantly. “We’ll need statements from both of you regarding that.”

Evan suddenly lunged continue reading …