nance in the pen

Ethan' s time,

strategy sessions, intimate d

e of Victoria laughing, her hand on Ethan

appy. Genui

had never trul

ll ache, no longer sharp

guest suite, sketching in her notebo

ked in witho

he room, landing o

prized possession: a

it to her just before he died. It was

p, her manicured fin

commented, h

ice tight. "Put it down. I

led, a cold,

w? How im

the camera p

t?" Ava asked, h

ographer," Victoria said softly. "Kneel. Beg me f

er, horrified.

a... her fath

eyes. She slowly

Give it back. It

her, her expres

rate movement, she let the

le floor with a

ut, scrambl

shattered. Th

ing her own hand. "Oh!

the room, drawn

tears in her eyes. He saw Ava on th

ened?" Eth

her, and she got hysterical, pushed me. My wrist... I thi

tant lie. "No! That' s not true!

looked from Victoria' s tear-stre

n' t h

r jealousy is getting out of c

examining her hand with conce

lance at Ava or t

th Victoria

ly. Com

rst" and to "give her time to reflect," Ethan,

o a remote, storm-battered gues

e was co

isolated

. A storm raged outside, mirr

f her broken Leica, tears

father, destroyed.

thought echoed: "I regret ever l

d it aloud, her voice l

of control, this cruel iso

t just a thought anymore.