Mira closed the laptop. The .svb file hadn’t been a confession of a man wronged. It was a monster’s alibi. Her father didn’t archive the emails to remember Cassandra.
“You think changing your Hotmail password stops me? I wrote a script. I capture everything. Every. Single. Message. You told me you deleted the pregnancy. But the clinic called me by accident. You’re a liar, Cassandra.” HotMail-Full-Capture.svb
“Leon—there was no baby. I faked the pregnancy to see if you’d stay. You didn’t. The child you think is yours? She’s not real. I don’t have a daughter. I have a dog and a studio apartment. Let me go. Please.” Mira closed the laptop
“Cass—I’m serious. I’ll call off the wedding. Just say the word. I know the baby is mine. I saw the ultrasound. You can’t hide from me.” Her father didn’t archive the emails to remember Cassandra