Tomorrow.
I turned twenty-two tomorrow.
For several seconds, I could not speak.
Sebastian took the phone from my trembling hand and put Amelia on speaker.
“Amelia, listen to me carefully,” he said. “Do not touch anything else in that office.”
“Why?”
“Because whatever you found needs to remain exactly where it is.”
“But Dad could come back.”
“Then leave the office and lock the door.”
I finally found my voice.
“Amelia, where is Nancy?”
“Downstairs. She’s crying. She keeps saying she didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?”
“I don’t know.”
I looked at Sebastian.
“We need to go.”
“I’m driving.”
For once, I didn’t argue.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up outside Arthur’s house.
Amelia opened the door before we reached it.
Her mascara had streaked down her face.
“He’s gone.”
“Hav
