Claire stood in the middle of Alex's living room, her hands shaking as she stared down at her phone.
The weight of Margaret's confession still bore down on her chest, and she struggled to think straight. With trembling fingers, she picked up her phone again and dialed Alex's number again.
She needed to call him and tell him what she now knew.
This time, after two rings, he picked up.
"Claire," Alex's voice came through, hurried and tense. "Did you find out anything?"
Claire exhaled sharply, her words tumbling out. "Alex, I know who kidnapped Emma."
"What?" Alex's voice was a mix of relief and urgency. "You do? Who is it?"
"It's Vanessa," Claire said, her voice trembling with both anger and dread.
There was a heavy silence on the other end. Then Alex's voice came back, low and filled with relief. "Oh God..."
Claire's brow furrowed. "What? What is it, Alex?"
