She didn’t have the strength to go on.
She really didn't want to go to jail—that part was for real. But what then? Rat out Amelia? She might as well not. Even if she did, Amelia would find a way to walk free. Even with a sentence, she wouldn’t be locked up long. And once out, she’d definitely come after Rachel.
Don’t rat? Then it’s like letting Amelia win. But Rachel also knew Amelia wouldn’t sleep well, constantly paranoid Rachel might talk someday.
Amelia had already stooped to hiring someone to throw acid on her face—what else couldn’t she do? Rachel might not even make it out of prison alive.
Living in that constant fear—it’s worse than death.
It was a sunny Saturday, the kind that gets families outside walking around. Kids were laughing, parents chatting. Everything l
