one. "Is this Mrs. Jennifer Lester? We have your husband, Ethan L

med, dropped the phone, and c

cold, hard stone in my chest. I let a beat of s

said, my voice as flat as the

ung

let it go to voicemail. I knew Ethan. He was a manipulator, but not a patient one. His plan

my parents' landline, which I could hear from my bedroom, began to

spital just called! It's Ethan! And

e. Use my own family's

I said, my voice dripp

r, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity