She reached up to touch the silver locket at her neck, but as soon as her fingers hit the metal, she yanked them away as if it were red-hot.
Jerry saw it.
The guilt. The pure terror in her eyes.
Suddenly, it all clicked.
The trust fund.
He had just changed his will. If Maya lived to eighteen, she would get everything. If something happened to her before then, it would all go to Victoria.
He had brought a monster into his daughter’s life.
“Let’s go home,” Jerry said, turning his back on her.
He picked up Maya, holding her tight against his chest.
“Jerry, wait. This is crazy,” Victoria pleaded, tripping over her heels as she tried to keep up. “You’re just stressed. You’re letting a street kid mess with your head.”
“I said we’re going home,” Jerry roared.
He turned back to the boy.
“What’s your name?”
“Jonah,” the boy replied.
Jerry pulled out a gold-embossed business card and pressed it into Jonah’s hand.
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