I should have felt nothing.
I wanted to feel nothing.
But once, I had loved him.
Once, he had been the man who held my hand through loss and promised me forever.
“Don’t die,” I said, angry at the tears burning my eyes. “You don’t get to make yourself tragic.”
He smiled faintly. “Still bossy.”
Then he fell.
Medics rushed in.
Celeste watched him drop, her face unreadable.
Calloway tried to run.
He made it halfway to a side exit before the giant courthouse screen above the old judge’s bench flickered on.
Mara had done more than send files.
She had sent video.
Margot Ellery appeared, twenty-seven years younger, her voice echoing through the hall.
“If I disappear, Thomas Calloway has me. If my daughter grows up hating the Ashfords, know that hatred was planted. If Nathaniel Ashford is never returned, look to the man who called himself godfather.”
