My husband drove the car into the river with my brother and me trapped inside, but when the water had already reached my neck, the man who had been “paralyzed” for 15 years stood up from his wheelchair, k:ick:ed the door open, and whispered, “Play d:ea:d. He’s watching.” I didn’t ask any questions… until I saw who was waiting for my husband on the shore.

I watched the news from the safehouse.

My husband stood beside Penelope.

She played the grieving sister.

Garrett said, “I loved my wife more than anything.”

I laughed so hard it turned into sobbing.

Tobias switched off the television.

“No.”

“Turn it back on.”

“Rosalind.”

“I want to see.”

He did.

Garrett continued.

He spoke about our marriage.

He spoke about Tobias.

He called him brave.

He said losing us would destroy him.

Penelope squeezed his hand.

A reporter asked why she was there.

She said family needed family.

Then she touched her stomach.

I noticed Garrett look down.

Just for a second.

Pride.

Possession.

They thought they had won.

That was useful.

The next morning, our supposed deaths triggered estate procedures.

Exactly as Tobias predicted.

Penelope contacted our company attorney.

Fast.

Too fast.

She asked about temporary voting rights.

The attorney refused.

She asked whether emergency authority could be granted because the board vote was imminent.