The night air struck my bare arms. The navy gown snagged on a rosebush and tore. I did not care. Sophia stumbled on the stone path, and I caught her elbow before she fell.
Strange, what betrayal does not erase.
We reached the garden gate.
Locked.
I searched my memory.
Ethan had changed the exterior locks after a landscaping theft.
Ethan had the key.
Of course he did.
Behind us, the kitchen lights switched on.
Sophia whispered, “Madison.”
I lifted the gun and fired once at the lock.
The sound split the night open.
The lock broke apart.
For half a second, I was too shocked to move.
Then Sophia shoved the gate open.
“Run.”
We ran.
Through the alley behind the hedges, down the service lane, barefoot now because my heels had become impossible. My lungs burned. My gown dragged behind me. Somewhere behind us, men shouted.
At the end of the lane, a black SUV idled with its headlights off.
The passenger door opened.
Nina leaned across the seat.
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