Every night my son took a shower at 3 a.m., and I kept telling myself it was just stress—until curiosity made me look through the bathroom door and I saw something so horrifying, so familiar, and so wicked that I left his home for a retirement community before sunrise… but I

I went to see Mr. Rodriguez.”

At the mention of Mr. Rodriguez’s name, Hazel’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Mr. Rodriguez is an old classmate of mine, a very righteous man, and the best divorce attorney in this city. He gave me a plan. Now, we are going to go over it together. You must remain completely calm and do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”

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