I drove to the house like a bat out of hell.

Levi said something to me but I couldn’t comprehend any of it. It was words smashed together into sentences that made no sense.

My fingers had turned white from the viselike grip I had on the steering wheel. I should have known this was a setup when I left that morning.

What were the chances of them handing over Charlotte and then Dad needing a hip replacement? I’d been frightened for Dad and didn’t think twice to ...