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

“Oh my God,” I muttered to myself.

I staggered back, grabbing the brick wall to keep from collapsing.

She was alive.

Garrett had lied.

He had faked her death, buried an empty coffin, or maybe something worse, and kept her hidden in the house he claimed to have sold. I shook as the truth sank in. He had stolen her from me, twisted our pain into his sick little game.

I pulled out my phone, hands trembling, and called the police.

They came faster than I expected.

I kept my distance until I saw them surround the house. One officer approached me gently.

“We’ve secured the child. She’s okay.

Do you know a woman named Connie?”

“Who?”

“She says she’s the nanny. Claimed she was hired to care for the girl while the father was away on business.”

I didn’t understand. But I needed to see Lily.

I needed to hold her.

When they brought her out, wrapped in a soft blanket, her cheeks rosy, her eyes wide with confusion and joy, I dropped to my knees.

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