Chapter 6

Sure enough, the next day, just as I was about to head out to get some bank statements printed, a familiar BMW pulled up and cut me off at the entrance of our community.

It was David's car.

The passenger window slid down, revealing Sophie's meticulously made-up face.

She wasn't playing the delicate, fragile girl today. Instead, she wore a full face of makeup and a loose, but unmistakably expensive, designer maternity dress. Around her neck was a diamond necklace I recognized all too well.

She ran her fingers over the necklace, her smile smug and blatantly provocative. "Emily, heading…