"Oh yeah, Corey, last time we asked about the entry fees and competition details, they still haven't gotten back to us. You think something's wrong? That judge seemed really into us."
Corey scoffed.
"They're probably just busy. Once we take the championship, we'll settle that score."
Letitia looped her arm through his and flashed a smile at Caroline.
"Thanks, sis. So generous of you to step aside for me."
She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper, eyes dark and venomous.
"Using your kid to chain Corey down? That's emotional blackmail. Caroline, I've told you before — you two aren't from the same world. Take a hint. Grab your brat and get lost."
Caroline didn't flinch.
"Spare me the soulmate act. You two seemed to be having plenty of fun at that hotel the other night. A mistress should at least have the decency to know her place."
Letitia's expression froze. She glared, seething.
"Just you wait."
Caroline didn't give the threat a second thought.
A few days later, Noah vanished.
An entire day and night passed. She tore through the apartment, the neighborhood, even the school. Nothing. She was seconds away from calling the police when Corey's number lit up her phone.
"Come pick up Noah."