Three weeks had passed since the wedding that wasn't a wedding.
Louise sat in her car, parked across the street from the Salinger residence. It was a Tuesday afternoon. The sky was a bruised purple, threatening rain, matching the mood of the house she was about to enter.
She checked her makeup in the rearview mirror. Perfect. Not a hair out of place. She wore a cream-colored cashmere coat, and on her finger sat the Finch family ring. A massive, antique diamond that Andy had formally placed there three days ago over a breakfast of pancakes and promises.
She wasn't here to gloat. Well, not entirely. She was here because she had received a text from Ella Salinger, begging her to visit.
“Please, Louise. The house is in chaos. We need a woman of refinement to restore order. I made your favo
