“‘Sir, do you need a maid? I can do anything—my daughter is starving.’ I froze when she looked up. My wife had been missing for two years, our baby sleeping in her arms.

“You told me he stopped searching,” Lena said.

She placed a recorder on the table. Evelyn’s voice played clearly, ordering Lena’s confinement and hiding the child.

Mother lunged. I stopped her.

“Don’t touch my wife.”

“You betrayed this family,” she hissed.

“You did,” I replied. “When you chose control over truth.”

I turned to the board. “All documents were continue reading …