"It appears that Gary added tags with names, ages, and dates to each pair of panties," said Blue quietly, her gaze on the girl hunched on the floor.
Hailey's shoulders were up against her ears, her head down as she tried to hide her face.
Tate went still, his face going pale. He turned toward his daughter. "Hailey?"
"I'm s-sorry, Daddy," she said, her voice hoarse with tears. "He m-made me."
"Oh, my God." Betty Mae's hands pressed against her chest. "Not our Hailey."
Hailey got up and flung herself into her father's arms. "I didn't want to! I didn't!"
Tate's massive arms curled around his daughter. Devastation crumbled his anger, and he rocked his child as she sobbed against his chest.
"It's not your fault, girl," he said soothingly. His eyes were distant with horror.
