Raphael's POVAs I walked back to my car, I replayed the scene of what had just happened earlier in my head. I smiled triumphantly; I could tell that she was shaken by everything I had done even though she was trying so hard to remain calm, but I saw through the facade.

I saw through the front she was trying to keep up. It wasn't easy getting all those proofs, but I was able to get them.

Twenty years ago, it was the night of Marcel's tenth birthday. Everyone was running around trying to make ...