Melody didn't come back for dinner.
Holden kept glancing at the door. "Should we go look for her?"
Dad handed over his phone without a word. The screen showed Melody's card activity from the past few hours. Designer boutique. High-end cosmetics. A five-star restaurant. She had burned through over a hundred thousand dollars in a single afternoon.
"Relax," Dad said. "She's taking excellent care of herself."
She finally came home late that night, eyes red and puffy, ready to perform.
"You didn't even come looking for me. When Wren disappeared, you panicked. You dropped everything. But me? You left me out there alone. What if something had happened to me?"
Granny let out a cold snort from her chair. "You look well-fed to me. Is that sauce on the corner of your mouth?"
Melody's hand flew
