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

At one point, an officer held up the pendant in an evidence bag. “Is this how you found her?”

I nodded.

“He promised it would be buried with her. He lied.”

The officer shook his head. “Dogs know things people do not.”

Later that night, after Lily was cleared to leave with me, Connie approached me again.

“I’ll testify,” she said firmly. “I’ll tell them everything. I can’t believe I helped him do this.”

I studied Connie for a long moment, then nodded.

“Thank you for taking care of her. Even under false pretenses.”

Tears slid down her cheeks. “She deserves better than all of this.”

So did I.

We went home just before midnight.

Lily fell asleep in the back seat, her hand still clutching my sleeve. When we walked through the front door, she stirred and smiled faintly.

“Home,” she murmured.

“Yes,” I said, my throat tight. “We’re home.”

In the days that followed, the truth unraveled quickly.

Garrett was charged with kidnapping, child endangerment, psychological abuse, fraud, and obstruction of justice.

The fake death certificate. The closed-casket funeral. The manipulation of the court.

It all came crashing down.

He never looked at me during the hearings. Not once.

Lily started therapy. So did I.

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