My hand tightened around the empty bowl.
“Where is Emily?”
David sighed.
“She’s at Aunt Caroline’s.”
Caroline was Arthur’s younger sister.
She lived forty minutes away and had always been kind to Emily.
“Why?”
David hesitated.
Then Brooke appeared behind him.
“Because your granddaughter needed discipline.”
My stomach dropped.
“What did she do?”
“She stole something from my office.”
“What?”
“Private family documents.”
I looked at David.
He said nothing.
Brooke crossed her arms.
“She went through my desk and took photographs of papers that had nothing to do with her.”
I could barely hear my own voice.
“Documents with my name on them?”
Brooke didn’t answer.
I set the bowl on the counter.
Then I took out my phone and called Caroline.
She answered immediately.
“Helen?”
“Is Emily with you?”
There was a pause.
“Yes. She’s safe.”
“Can I speak to her?”
