The warehouse fell silent.
Emily stared at the tiny silver bracelet lying in the gift box.
Her hands instinctively covered her stomach.
The baby shifted beneath her palm, almost as if sensing her fear.
Zach stepped in front of her without thinking.
No one was getting near his wife.
No one was getting near their child.
Marcus carefully lifted the bracelet with a pair of evidence tweezers.
“Don’t touch it,” he warned.
One of the forensic technicians sealed it inside an evidence bag.
Victor frowned.
“It looks brand new.”
Marcus nodded.
“It does.”
“But let’s see what the lab tells us.”
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Back at the Hunter house, the festive atmosphere had vanished.
The Christmas tree still glowed in the corner.
Wrapped presents still sat beneath its branches.
Cookies remained untouched on t
