the Plan B pill was making her dizzy. She handed her shopping bag to a maid and l

allway. His face was pale. He

s Randolph is in the living r

on her shoe. Evie

ing the cramp in her abdomen, and

velvet sofa. But she looked ent

elow her cheekbone and ended at her jawline. Fresh blood beaded on the sur

raised, the camera lens pointed directly at

She stopped in the center of the Persia

in the context of the recordin

"Why, Elana?" she sobbed, her voice trembling perfectly.

er head. "I didn't touch you. I h

hallway. The double doors to the li

the office. His eyes swept the room and

into a mask of pure, terrifying rage. He crossed the room

is voice was a lo

er hands, refusing to point a finger. It wa

ing, sir. They had an altercation at the boutique earlier, and when Mi

were completely black. There was no hesitation. No questi

r face." It was a

into her palms. "I did not. I walked in he

e was overwhelming. "Chloe has it on video. You at

her!" Elana demanded, her voice rising.

vie's face. He kept hi

desperate logic. "That cut is perfectly straight. The edges are clean. I

ic wail from the sofa

lk handkerchief from his pocket and h

rdered Mr. Finch, who was

Elana. He looked down at

eath hitch

s voice echoed in th

st. He didn't even care to look at the evidence. He just wan

The fear and desperation vanished, r

not do," Elana said. Her voice was quiet

ed. "You are making

replied.

e blood away with an alcohol pad, he paused. He looked closely at the edges of the cut. His brow

ated stance. He swallowed his professional opinion. He opened his

prevent scarring," Dr. Evans said qui

and up. He put his hand on the small o

. He leaned in close. "There w

alk out the door, supporting the woman

d down at her hands. Her palms were bleeding. She had dug her own fingernails into her skin so hard she