Chapter 4

By the time we reached Emma's house, Sophie had stopped crying. She carried her stuffed rabbit against her chest and watched me lock the front door behind us.

"Can Dad get in?" she asked.

"No. Emma won't let anyone in unless we say it's okay."

Emma took our suitcases upstairs while I sat beside Sophie on the couch. My phone had been vibrating since we left the party.

Bring her home.

You can't keep my daughter from me.

My lawyer says you're making a serious mistake.

I took screenshots of every message. Then I saved Vanessa's Disney post, the photo…