Ik besefte dat mijn huwelijk voorbij was terwijl ik me op het vliegveld achter een betonnen pilaar verstopte.

“I still hate you,” I said.

She nodded. “I know.”

“But if your brother is alive, we find him.”

Her face collapsed again, and this time she did not try to hide it.

Nina sped toward St. Agnes.

And for the first time in fifteen years, I was not standing beside Ethan Carter.

I was standing against something much bigger.