I Left Him at the Altar to Hide Our Daughter, and Now He Owns the Inn Where I Cook novel · Chapter 23 of 24

Chapter 23: Labor Day

I wiped my hands on my apron and took the phone.

The thread was already open.

Eleanor Thayer, at the top, in plain grey letters.

I scrolled up.

It went back to June.

"Out loud," Blair said. "Or I will."

The nearest table had gone quiet.

The one behind it went quiet to see why.

Lawrence came around the steaming pots and stood beside me.

I read the first one I saw.

"July sixth. Post it tonight. Use the word trap. People love a trap."

A murmur went down the long table.

I scrolled.

"July twenty-first. Your father should withdraw. Tell him the inn will never pay. I'll take the note off his hands when he's frightened enough."

Lawrence's jaw went tight.

I scrolled again, and stopped, and my voice went out of me for a second.

Lawrence took the phone gently from my hand.

He read the next one himself.

"August twenty-ninth. The report to Augusta is written. It goes in the day after Labor Day, whatever he does."

"The child will be raised properly. The cook can visit at Christmas."

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