Chapter 4

Mark lunged for my phone. But he never reached it.

Our daughter, Emma, stepped right in front of him.

"Don't touch her," Emma said. Her voice was shaking, but her eyes were fierce.

Mark froze. He looked at his twenty-year-old daughter in shock.

It was too late anyway. The message was sent.

Through the open door of the private room, a phone buzzed. Then another.

Melissa, Dean's wife, looked at her screen.

Dean rushed toward her. Pure panic was on his face. "Babe, don't look at that. It's out of context!"

Melissa held up her hand to stop him. The…