not Ethan' s slick, modern ringtone, but t

stant an

Yes, he' s here

out to Ethan, his h

lara? She says she' s Chloe Miller' s be

id of honor. The only one wh

ar mask of irritation. The discovery of our child is mo

is Dr.

but I know what she' s saying. "Where is Chloe? W

e dripping with ice. "And frankly, I don' t care. We' re

reply. He tosses the receiver ba

. Run off. He' s annoyed that my

guilt. My death is caus

his assistant, his tone sharp. "I

, trying to piece me toget

says, his brow furrowed in concentration.

of the churning grinder in the other room. But

o the morgu

a wave of expensive perfu

e color of spun gold and eyes as blue as a summer sky. She' s wearing a red dress that cling

in pictures. But where? The me

The cold professional vanishes, re

doing here?" He sounds

to him, seemingly unfazed by the gruesome scene on the table. She runs a manicu

p a thermal

rom that little pl

ile that used to be reserved

' t have t

ys, her eyes locked on

doctor and the glamorous, doting socialite. They l

ogist who preferred books to parties. I could neve

clear a small table. Olivia sets down the container an

a tray of surgical instrumen

e assistant stammers, ben

by a flash of pure, undiluted rage. Her eyes narrow into slits, her lips curl back from her

it came. She' s all smi

e says to Ethan, touching h

saw the monster

, the foggy memory sharpe

. A figure stands over me, silhouetted against the

own into the lig

arming, beautiful smile she

e soft and sweet. "He was always meant to be

raised th

for my husband. The man she made a widower. She la

ust make him free.

art that still loves him beyond reaso

' s for

akes for him to be happy