Chapter 2: The Papers on the Doorstep
Zoe arrived in exactly fourteen minutes.
Two black SUVs pulled up to the brownstone.
The doors opened and three people stepped out — two women I didn't recognize and a man in a dark coat carrying a leather bag.
Zoe walked straight to me, looked at Lily's cheek, and her jaw went tight.
"Inside?" she asked quietly.
"Still in there."
She nodded once.
Then she looked at the man with the bag.
"Daniel.
You're up."
I didn't ask what that meant.
Not yet.
The front door opened before they reached the steps.
Mark stood in the frame, his face shifting from surprise to something harder when he saw who was behind me.
"Chloe.
What is this?"
"This," Zoe said pleasantly, "is your wife's attorney.
And her witness.
And her very patient best friend."
Mark's eyes moved to Daniel.
"Attorney?"
"Family law," Daniel said, already reaching into the bag.
"I have a few things for you to look at, Mr.
Peterson."
Mark's face went pale.
"It's Thanksgiving."
"It was," Zoe said.
Then Carol appeared behind Mark in the doorway, and her expression changed the moment she saw the papers in Daniel's hand.
"What is that?" she demanded.
"Mark, what is she doing?"
Mark didn't answer.
He was staring at the first page Daniel had placed in his hands.
I watched his face as he read it.
And I watched the exact moment he realized I hadn't just made one phone call tonight.
I had been planning this for a long time.
His hand started to shake.
"Chloe," he said.
"How long have you—"
"Long enough," I said.
Lily pressed her face against my neck.
And from inside the house, Megan's voice rang out sharp and sudden —
*"Mark.
Tell me that's not what I think it is."*
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What was in those papers — and what did Megan already know?
What Chloe had been quietly preparing will leave you speechless.
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