*Elizabeth's POV*
The investigator's office was in a nondescript building downtown, the kind of place you could walk past a hundred times without noticing. Which was probably intentional.
I sat in my car in the parking lot for ten minutes before I could make myself go inside. My hands gripped the steering wheel, my mind still racing through the same doubts I'd been wrestling with for the past three sleepless nights.
Was I really doing this? Hiring someone to investigate my ex-husband and my daughter's boyfriend?
But what choice did I have? I needed to know the truth before I destroyed Helen's happiness with my suspicions.
I finally forced myself out of the car and into the building.
The office directory listed "Mitchell & Associates - Private Investigations" on the third floor. I too
