“Feel free to do so,” I replied, my voice calm and unwavering. “But I doubt they would consider it as such. After all, the police are familiar with your reputation, aren’t they?”
The silence that followed was palpable. I could almost hear the wheels turning in Trevor’s mind as he processed my words. Madison’s sobs echoed in the background, and I could only imagine the turmoil she must have been feeling—caught between the man she thought she loved and the mother she trusted.
“What did you send him, Mom?” Madison’s voice quivered, a mix of confusion and betrayal.
“Just some information, sweetheart. Pictures, documents, and a few testimonials from other women Trevor has… known,” I explained, emphasizing the last word. I hated to expose my daughter to such harsh realities, but she had to see the truth.
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