My neighbor kept insisting she spotted my daughter at home during school hours. To be sure, I pretended to leave for work—then hid beneath the bed. Minutes later, I heard more than one set of footsteps crossing the hallway.
My name is Olivia Carter, and for the last two years, I believed I was the architect of a flawless, impregnable fortress for my daughter, Lily. Following the collapse of my marriage—a turbulent chapter involving shouted accusations and the shattering of trust—I had dedicated every waking second to ensuring our life in the quiet suburb of Oak … Read more