Lucy couldn't sleep that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw those pill bottles arranged in the garden like a warning. Like a promise of what was coming.
William had insisted she move into the room adjoining his, for safety. The police had been called about the garden display, but without concrete evidence of who was behind it, there was little they could do. They'd taken the pill bottles as evidence and promised increased patrols around the property.
Lucy knew it wasn't enough.
She was staring at the ceiling when her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: [Your stepmother is hosting lunch tomorrow at the Plaza. You've been invited. Come alone if you want answers about Catherine.]
Lucy sat up, her heart pounding. She should tell William. Should show him the message. Bu
