b was research, details, finding t

He saw the quiet wife, the devoted mother. H

wasn't just a watc

"client's son." The

und more, I waited for him to leave

locked, but I knew wher

Encrypted cl

. It took me

a name I' d seen on old party gues

lder o

ar

rk, Tiffany, and a

od

School events. A life

ders, a look of pure joy I hadn' t seen

ul, smug, draped

the do

fund. For Brody T

hat group. Mark, Tiffany, Br

y heir." Mark' s words,

ffany had written once.

"Mistakes can

air, the expensive leat

m. My son was a "mist

vish birthday parties, Tiffany drip

s "working late," all

ll her.

t was all a lie, a placeholder until h