“Who found out what?”

Vanessa’s face had gone completely white.

She grabbed her purse.

“We need to leave.”

But before she could move, two police cars entered the driveway.

I stared at the screen.

This was no longer about my vacation house.

Something much bigger was happening.

A police officer stepped out and called:

“Vanessa Miller?”

She didn’t respond.

The officer called again.

“Vanessa Miller, you need to come with us.”

My husband stepped forward.

“What’s going on?”

The officer looked at him.

“Are you her husband?”

“No. I’m her brother………………..

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