a

a funeral for a marria

like ash. Ethan sat at the head, regal and detached, with Chloe positioned triumphantly on his r

on. The sharp ding sliced through the

e didn't look at me. "The engagement between the Reed and Miller families is formally dissol

silence. This wasn't a break

wine glass with a manicured nail. "We

oudly against the floor, a jar

n," I said, my voice dead

ith my back straight, feeling Ethan's eyes burning a hole betwee

e confused

Maya had hidden under my bed, and walked out t

. I was going to the sa

in the rearview mirror like dying embers. Rain start

. A black sedan was fo

red against my

gine roared in protest. The sed

pping the steering wheel un

ing to lose them in the curves. The sedan slam

glass and twisting darkness. Metal screamed like a dying beast. I felt th

er. My head slammed agains

cut into my chest like a vice. Blood d

ravel above. A flashlight b

" a voice s

slowing my breathing, f

pen. Hands patted me do

d," Leo said.

x return. "Plant the bottle. Make it look like she was drin

the b

A tragic

wn, high and sickeningly

's go. I hear sirens. I don't want t

It kept me conscious when th

had taped a small, high-powered recor

trembling fingers. The t

," Ethan said, his voice clear even throu

liant, baby,

e car," Et

ar doors slam. An engine re

me to die

ought about the seven years. The smiles. The pro

I told myself. I wi

istance, growing loude

my GPS. She knew the m

close in. I fought it,

ya's voic

he word bubbling up wit

d, her hands gentle on

e down. I was laid

ng," a para

ordered. Her voice w

ed the plan. The body from the morgu

Maya whispered in my ear, squeezing my hand

sky. It was the last th

room. It smelled of a

through a meat grinder. My arm w

chair next to the be

she whi

" My voice wa

ine screamed: TRAGEDY: MAFIA PRINC

ed car. A picture of Ethan look

on," Maya said.

wincing as pain sho

," I

sky was blue. A different blu

m I?"

photo was me, but my hair was

Olivia

une 12

Birth: Se

name. It felt strange on my to

said. "You have a his

mory," I said, m

e bandage on

said softly. "But h

ha

on't stay

, Maya. Every lie. Every hit. Every doll