Chapter 10
Delaney felt positively sick. The envelope of donations wasn’t at the clinic. Deep down, she’d known it wouldn’t be. She knew she’d taken it home yesterday. So what had happened to the money? It had to be somewhere in the house. She’d tear everything apart if she had to. Val and Sean would help.
His truck was in the drive when she got home. Val’s car was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she’d stopped by the grocery. Ever since the fire, she’d been on a kick of making all of Delaney’s favorites. It was sweet and seemed to make her feel better about the situation they all found themselves in.
Sean was waiting in the living room, perched on the sofa, his hands loosely clasped between his knees. His grim expression set off all kinds of alarm bells and had anxiety spiking.
“What is it?
