Her face drained of color. For a moment she just stared, as though the words hadn’t registered. Then she laughed once, brittle. “Do you hear yourself? You’re insane.” Her voice cracked, trembling. “Those boys worship you. And you stand here accusing me, accusing them, because you found some stupid card?”
Daniel’s hands shook. “I’m not crazy. Things don’t add up. Tell me who wrote it! Tell me why I should believe you!” His voice thundered through the kitchen. Claire pressed her palms against her face, then lowered them, tears streaking her cheeks. “Where is this coming from, Daniel? Why now?”