The moment the front doorbell rang, nobody moved.
Not Claire.
Not Diane.
Not even my father-in-law.
The only sound in the dining room was the faint hum of the television still displaying the security footage that had just shattered their carefully constructed story.
Robert glanced toward the entryway.
“Right on time.”
Claire finally found her voice.
“You invited a lawyer …
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