It was who had begun changing my family’s financial history before I ever married him.
PART 3
The locked door clicked behind Detective Elena Ruiz.
It was a quiet sound.
Ordinary.
But after years of hearing locks turn because Ethan wanted to decide where I could go, the sound felt different now.
This lock was protecting me.
I lay propped against two pillows in the hospital bed while rain traced thin silver lines down the window. My ribs had been wrapped. The lights had been dimmed. Somewhere beyond the door, I could hear the measured rhythm of the emergency department continuing as if my life had not just split open.
Liam stood near the window with his arms folded.
He had not changed out of his navy scrubs.
There was a faint coffee stain near his pocket and a crease between his eyebrows that had been there since childhood whenever he was trying not to show fear.
