At 9:57 p.m., I walked into the dockside warehouse alone.
Wind blew through the damaged metal doors, carrying the smell of seawater and engine oil. A white yacht lay moored in the distance. It was almost identical to the one I remembered.
Vanessa stepped out of the shadows. Her agent wasn't with her. She'd brought only two men I didn't recognize.
"Put your phone on the table," she said.
I did as she asked. The hidden microphone was attached to the inside of my dress's hem.
"Did you forge the pregnancy test report?" I asked.
She didn't deny it and said, "Record a video admitting you forged the report for publicity, and I can make all of this stop."
"And then what?"
"Leave Briarhaven. The boat will take you somewhere nobody knows you."
I looked at the yacht.
"What if I refuse?"
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