Victoria Sinclair died before the ambulance reached Blackwood Estate.
The official time of death was two fourteen in the morning.
Amelia learned that while sitting in the back of Adrian’s car, her hands wrapped tightly around a cup of untouched coffee.
Rain struck the windshield in steady rhythms.
Neither she nor Adrian had spoken during the drive back to Manhattan.
Lucas sat in the passenger seat, taking calls from security, lawyers, and the police.
Everything had descended into chaos.
Again.
Victoria’s final words replayed relentlessly in Amelia’s mind.
Don’t trust Sebastian.
He’s not who you think he is.
Amelia glanced at Adrian.
He sat rigidly behind the wheel, his expression unreadable.
She had come to understand that silence meant many things when it came to Adrian.
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