Unknown number.
“Good. Now stop running from Vivian and start making her run from you.”
I stared at the message.
Then another appeared.
“Meet me at St. Agnes. Bring Sophia. Bring the drive. Come alone except for Nina.”
Nina stared at the road.
“St. Agnes is abandoned.”
“Not tonight,” I said.
Sophia’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“Helena.”
I turned toward her.
“What?”
She looked at my phone as though it had become a ghost.
“Dr. Helena Voss. She used to volunteer at St. Agnes before Whitestone swallowed the clinic.”
My pulse shifted strangely.
“Helena disappeared six months ago.”
Sophia nodded.
“Maybe she didn’t disappear.”
Nina made a sharp left.
In the distance, Dallas glittered as though nothing terrible ever happened there.
But somewhere inside that beautiful city, a boy named Leo was being moved like leverage. My husband had been taken by a woman powerful enough to make crimes look like paperwork. And the mistress I had intended to ruin was crying quietly beside me, not because she had lost Ethan, but because she might lose her brother.
I looked at Sophia’s reflection in the window.
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