My Ex’s Dog Brought Me the Pendant I Buried with Our Late Daughter – What He Led Me to Made My Blood Boil

“That’s Connie,” one of the officers said quietly. “She’s the nanny.”

Connie looked at Lily, then at me, her eyes filling with tears.

“You’re her mother,” she said, more a statement than a question.

I nodded, unable to speak yet.

“I swear to you,” Connie said quickly, her voice trembling. “I had no idea. He told me you were gone.

He said you had passed away after a long illness. He said Lily didn’t remember you well enough for it to matter.”

Lily shifted in my arms and looked at Connie. “You said Mommy was a star,” she said softly.

Connie covered her mouth.

“I was told to say that,” she whispered. “I thought it was kinder than the truth he gave me.”

I stared at her, searching for deception, but all I saw was horror and guilt. “How long?” I asked.

“He hired me right after your alleged death.

He said Lily needed structure and privacy. The windows were blacked out because he claimed paparazzi were a concern, given how well-known he was.”

Of course, he did.

One of the officers interrupted, his tone firm. “Mr.

Garrett is now in custody. He was apprehended at the airport on his way back. We’re going to need statements from both of you.”

The hours that followed blurred together.

The police took statements, asked questions, and filled in paperwork.

A social worker knelt in front of Lily and asked gentle questions while I sat beside her, my hand never leaving hers. Cooper sat at my feet the entire time, his massive body pressed protectively against my leg.

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