The warden stepped forward.
“Chloe,” he said gently.
The little girl did not turn around.
Gavin opened his eyes first. His gaze lifted to Mitchell’s, steady and clear.
“Warden,” Gavin said, his voice quiet. “I need to speak to my lawyer.”
Mitchell’s brow tightened. “Your attorney has already filed every appeal available.”
“Not every one.”
The social worker, Denise Harper, placed a protective hand near Chloe’s back. “Gavin, this visit is only supposed to be—”
“I know what it’s supposed to be.” Gavin looked down at his daughter. “But she just told me something no one ever asked her about.”
At that, the two guards exchanged looks again.
Mitchell glanced at Chloe. “What did she tell you?”
Gavin lowered his head, then swallowed hard. “That night… she saw someone.”
The air changed.
Not dramatically. Not loudly.
But every adult in the room felt it.
Mitchell took one slow step closer. “What do you mean, she saw someone?”
