“Ask Mark.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“What did he do?”
“Ask Mark.”
“He probably won’t tell you the truth.”
“What truth?”
Sophie’s voice cracked. “It’s about what he did to me… and my mom.”
“What did he do?”
“He was giving my mom money.”
My mind went somewhere awful.
“It’s about what he did to me… and my mom.”
“It’s not that,” Sophie said quickly. “Nothing like that.”
“Then what happened?”
“He helped us. Then he made us wish we hadn’t let him.”
Before I could ask more, she whispered, “I’m sorry about Emma.”
Then the call ended.
I stood there for a few seconds.
“Then what happened?”
When I turned, Mark was gone.
I found him downstairs with Emma.
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