At my twins’ funeral, my husband blamed me for their deaths—moments later, detectives walked in with evidence and arrested him and his mistress in front of everyone
One connection showed up every night at two in the morning: a prepaid phone linked to our garage Wi-Fi. Detective Miller traced the signal to Margot. Most of the recovered messages were fragments, but one line survived deletion:
“Make sure the rear tire goes first because she’ll think it just blew out.”
