PART 3 OF 9
The Man Who Knew My Daughter’s Name
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
I checked every room.
Nothing.
No broken lock.
No damaged window.
No footprints.
Nothing.
That scared me more than finding evidence of a break-in.
Because whoever had opened that window knew exactly what they were doing.
Mara stood in the hallway holding our daughter.
“Tell me what's happening.”
I looked at her.
“This isn't random.”
“I know.”
“Someone knows about us.”
“I know.”
“They knew about the baby.”
“I know.”