On the back, Melissa had written:
If you’re reading this, he has already chosen his next bride.
Underneath was another sentence.
Do not let him get access to the children’s accounts.
My hands began shaking.
Then something small fell from the envelope and landed on the floor.
A memory card.
Kenneth lunged toward it.
Dylan reached it first.
“Give me that!” Kenneth shouted.
My attorney immediately stepped between them.
Rachel looked at me.
“Melissa told me that card contained proof.”
“Proof of what?”
Rachel’s face went pale.
“I don’t know.”
Then Kenneth stopped fighting.
Completely.
He stared at the tiny memory card in Dylan’s hand.
And for the first time that morning, he didn’t look angry.
He looked terrified.
That was when I understood something far worse than the ruined wedding, the lies, or the money.
Whatever Melissa had recorded before she disappeared was the one thing Kenneth and Patricia had never expected me to find.
