Riley was crying for real now, tears hot on her cheeks as she nodded.
“Okay,” she whispered.
As Mia wandered through the apartment, laughing to herself like a madwoman while searching for her phone—so smug after emotionally wrecking a child—Riley couldn’t help but think: They couldn’t have planned this better if they tried.
She wasn’t as tech-savvy as Ryder, but she knew how to send a text. With trembling fingers and pounding heart, she copied all the contacts from Mia’s phone and sent the voice message with a small, wicked grin of triumph.
The plan had always been simple: record Mia, expose her, go back home, and reunite with her siblings. But now… now Mia’s final words gave the next step a whole new meaning. When that recording landed in the hands of Killian, Estela, Petra, and every
