The sun was setting, painting Manhattan gold and orange. I sat at the edge, feet in the water, and let myself feel everything I'd been holding back.
Grief. Rage. Guilt for not fighting harder, for not telling someone, for being too scared and too young to know what to do.
My phone buzzed.
Nate: Venue is officially booked! Celebration dinner tomorrow?
I stared at the message. The charity gala felt like it existed in a different universe from the one where my stepmother was a murderer.
Me: Can't tomorrow. Rain check?
Nate: Everything okay?
Me: Just tired.
Nate: Jules is working you too hard. I'll talk to him.
I almost laughed. Julian wasn't the problem.
Another buzz. Unknown number.
Unknown: I saw you at Julian's office today. Trouble in paradise already?
Cassie. Even with the re
