Phillips drove to a cousin’s wedding in Waynes-bridge. “We won’t be back until late,” Mrs. Phillips told Carter. “I’m sure you can find something for supper in the freezer. If you need us, we’ll be at the Chateau. I left the number by the phone.” “Okay, Mother.” Carter waved to her parents and was grateful she hadn’t been invited to the wedding. She needed the day to figure out what she was going to do about Adam. It would be much easier without her parents around asking questions. At eleven o’clock the doorbell rang. Carter went to answer it. She was surprised to find Dan standing on her doorstep. His expression was grave. “Hi, Carter,” he said. “Can I come in and talk to you for a minute?” She stepped aside to let him in. “What is it?” she asked. “Is something wrong?” “I’m not sure,” he replied. “That’s what I’m here to find out.” Carter gestured to her father’s study and said, “Let’s go in here to talk.” Carter stood leaning against her father’s massive desk.
