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.

“You drowned.”

I looked at him.

“You watched me drown.”

His breathing became ragged.

“Tobias?”

“Alive.”

Garrett closed his eyes.

Then everything collapsed across his face.

He knew.

Every lie.

Every forged document.

Every call.

Every meeting.

All made under the assumption that there would be no witnesses.

He looked at me.

“How?”

I leaned forward.

“That’s the part you never understood.”

“What?”

“You thought everyone around you was weaker than you.”

He stared.

“You thought Tobias was helpless.”

“You thought I was drugged enough to control.”

“You thought Penelope would obey.”

“You thought your father could clean up everything.”

His jaw tightened.

“Rosalind.”

“No.”

“You don’t get to say my name like that.”

His eyes filled.

“I loved you.”

I laughed.

Even his attorney looked uncomfortable.

You wired me into a seat belt.”

Garrett looked away.

“It wasn’t supposed to—”

I froze.

“What?”

He stopped.

Agent Brooks leaned slightly forward.