Naomi’s POV
The photo shook in my hand.
Miranda.
On the swings,she was laughing, not noticing the shadow in the background.
I flipped it over again. Read the message twice, no, three times.
“Keep lying to her—and she disappears next.”
My chest tightened, I was scared.
They knew, Someone knew.
And they were watching her.
I turned to Raymond, He looked like he’d been hit with a steel pipe—rigid, eyes wide, jaw clenched.
“Who sent this?” I asked.
He shook his head. “There’s no return address. It was slipped into the envelope with the test results.”
“Then it wasn’t just about Miranda’s paternity.”
Raymond nodded slowly. “Someone wants us rattled, wants us exposed.”
My hands balled into fists, “She’s not even here, She’s with Betty.”
“They know that,” he said, “Which means they’r
